"Hello, you used to write excellent, but the last several posts have been kinda boring… I miss your tremendous writings. Past several posts are just a little out of track! come on!"
First of all, I receive a lot of spam on this blog and most of it (as well as the usual troll droppings) never get read. Leaving me what you might think is a cleverly-worded comment to make me think you actually read me, or leaving me a nasty comment telling me what a lowlife I am is a pointless exercise in futility because I delete those things without even opening them. For some reason I opened this one. Usually, these spam comments read something like this:
"Great blog entry. I'm right with you!"
Followed by the link they want you to click. You know what I mean, you get them too. I don't see how those things could fool anyone. Who would read that and take it for an actual comment, especially when it's from good old Anonymous? Well, this one used what I assume the writer thinks is reverse psychology. They probably felt quite brilliant when they came up with that one.
Secondly, "you used to write excellently." Lolly, lolly, lolly, Get your adverbs here...
Thirdly, my last several posts have been boring? Perhaps, but then they go on to say they miss my tremendous writings and that my latest posts are a little "out of track". Ah, I'm so sorry I've let you down! How will I ever live with myself? Besides, what the heck does "out of track" mean?
Finally, the command, "come on!" kind of leaves me cold. I might have just as easily replied with, "Piss off!" which, of course, was my first inclination.
On the health front, I saw my doctor today. She gave me a prescription for some pretty heavy pain killers, orders for an MRI, and a jab of steroids in the bum, and now, here I sit completely pain-free for the first time in eight years. Eight years! It's so unusual, this feeling, that it almost feels wrong. I got so used to being in pain 24/7 that the pain became part of me. Now that it's gone, well, I'm kind of pissed off that she didn't give me one of these shots back in October when I asked her for one. Today's visit was different, however. Nettl went with me, and believe me when I tell you that when the doctor walked into the examination room and saw her, she actually looked frightened.