And I thought I didn't have a life...
The aesthislogist called tonight. At right at 8:00 pm -- bet I was his first call, since I'm his first patient.
It was good, because I had just gotten in from the gym. He made me feel better, because I told him that, and he asked if the hands had bothered me. ... and yeah they do, and that's probably part of why working out sucks so much.
But back on topic. Here's a really nice sounding guy on the phone, working on Friday night at 8:00 pm and has to work on me at 7:30 am. Sounds like really sucky hours.
I left the real world for teaching partly because of sucky hours. Okay, i left the real world first, then went into teaching, but it was over really sucky hours.
My mom made the comment that he was probably rich. I bet not, I bet most of his money goes straight to the insurance companies, as I bet that those guys get hit the worse on claims.
Of course, the hand guy is probably right behind him, I suspect any nerve operation, is right up there on the claim wagon too.
Yeah, I'm a bit scared and nervous and want this thing over!