Wednesday, February 28, 2007
BLOODY COMPUTER!!! & KNUCKLE DRAGGERS...........
The may not be any posting fer a little while as my computer is off to get it's little wireless thingy replaced.
It hasn't been working for a while and I've been a slack bastard in getting it fixed, perhaps due to the the warranty people I have to deal with.
So if you don't see any posts, it's not that I've expired, it's just some hardware maintenance.
A couple of updates for now:
I will be having a driving test soon to see if I can cope with driving a car. ( duh )
It means I will be legally covered if I do drive an automobile, in the case of something going pear shaped.
I had a quick chat with the occupational therapist about going back to work on a part time basis.
Thought that might enter into the scheme of things soon.
I even had a dream about it last night, so I must've known it was coming.
The walking attempts and exercises are still continuing as usual.
I can definitely notice an improvement in mobility, strength and confidence, although the pain factor doesn't feel like it's subsiding much.
Still mainly in the arse and the right leg, as well the typical night pains when I'm trying to sleep on various affected areas of my body.
In other words, still doing the human kebab in bed.
On a very brutal and sad note, one of my old cellmates from rehab was assaulted a week and a half ago.
As he was coming back from a Saturday night walk, three men ( and I use the term extremely loosely ) in the 30's jumped him from behind ( 3 onto 1 is bad enough, but they had to do it form behind as well ), got him on the ground and beat him with his crutch.
They went through his pockets looking for anything of value and only stopped when his neighbour came out after hearing the screams of agony as they beat his injured leg.
The ever helpful police refused to go looking for them and gave a response of "Yeah, it happens sometimes on a Saturday night."
Read that as "Shit happens."
Hearing that kind of thing doesn't exactly fill me with confidence in Victoria's finest.
I am all for bringing back vigilante groups, which can track these knuckle draggers down and escort them to the nearest amateur psychiatric surgeon to have their frontal lobes removed ( not like they're using them anyway ).
All quiet on the chicken front.
They've been behaving themselves of late, apart from complaining constantly about the lack of food ( they get more than their fair share in quantity and quality ), the working conditions, lack of dental cover, etc
.
It hasn't been working for a while and I've been a slack bastard in getting it fixed, perhaps due to the the warranty people I have to deal with.
So if you don't see any posts, it's not that I've expired, it's just some hardware maintenance.
A couple of updates for now:
I will be having a driving test soon to see if I can cope with driving a car. ( duh )
It means I will be legally covered if I do drive an automobile, in the case of something going pear shaped.
I had a quick chat with the occupational therapist about going back to work on a part time basis.
Thought that might enter into the scheme of things soon.
I even had a dream about it last night, so I must've known it was coming.
The walking attempts and exercises are still continuing as usual.
I can definitely notice an improvement in mobility, strength and confidence, although the pain factor doesn't feel like it's subsiding much.
Still mainly in the arse and the right leg, as well the typical night pains when I'm trying to sleep on various affected areas of my body.
In other words, still doing the human kebab in bed.
On a very brutal and sad note, one of my old cellmates from rehab was assaulted a week and a half ago.
As he was coming back from a Saturday night walk, three men ( and I use the term extremely loosely ) in the 30's jumped him from behind ( 3 onto 1 is bad enough, but they had to do it form behind as well ), got him on the ground and beat him with his crutch.
They went through his pockets looking for anything of value and only stopped when his neighbour came out after hearing the screams of agony as they beat his injured leg.
The ever helpful police refused to go looking for them and gave a response of "Yeah, it happens sometimes on a Saturday night."
Read that as "Shit happens."
Hearing that kind of thing doesn't exactly fill me with confidence in Victoria's finest.
I am all for bringing back vigilante groups, which can track these knuckle draggers down and escort them to the nearest amateur psychiatric surgeon to have their frontal lobes removed ( not like they're using them anyway ).
All quiet on the chicken front.
They've been behaving themselves of late, apart from complaining constantly about the lack of food ( they get more than their fair share in quantity and quality ), the working conditions, lack of dental cover, etc
.
