||[May. 3rd, 2005|04:30 am]
I have two types of back pain.
1) After an adjustment, I become very sore, and the re-positioned bones and strained muscles as a result make me very sleepy. I rest for many hours on those nights.
2) After over-exertion, the dull and acute pain of "something's not right" leads to sleeplessness.
In my case, it would be 4 straight days of doing activities where I sit in poor-support seats. Right now, it's #2.
The weekend featured quite a bit of activity. I experienced the joys and sorrows of others.
Friday: Impromptu get-together with my friend, Jason.
In the bank parking lot earlier in the day, a lady in a BMW pulled out way too far and lightly tapped my car. I gave her the WTF look. She pulled away and left. I drove to a local K-mart, where I discovered one of the fog lights to be cracked. I write it off in the karma department, considering my car is 10 years old.
Jason called, and I decided to go out to visit. We watched the Pistons lose. Frankie, another friend, fell asleep on Jason's couch, and he banged his head on a low stairway ceiling on the way out the door to go home. Jason and I drank beers. I watched him play X-Men and Mario Cart on his Gamecube. We used his car to go to White Castle, and in the drive-thru line, a drunk teenager tapped the back of his car. She called out to Jason and began to complain about the slow nature of White Castle drive-thru. Jason agreed. She kept honking her horn. We left with our order. We ate the sliders back at his place. We stayed up until 3 AM catching up in chit-chat, and I left when he started to worry about the 9 AM or so start time for his job in the morning.
Jason's been through a lot of difficulty in the past few weeks. An uncle and his grandfather both passed recently. He doesn't care for his part-time retail job. He is, however, looking at teaching summer school, and he enjoys his substitute teaching very much. Jason will be an excellent teacher. It appears to be his calling. I am proud to call him one of my great friends.
Saturday: Celebration of my 3 years with Heidi.
We went to BD's Mongolian BBQ. I paid, essentially, for the meal, but Heidi had a "Buy 1, get 1 free" coupon that knocked down the bill to under 20 bucks. I told Heidi that most women would have waved 'bye-bye' to a guy who not only quit one, no two, wait, three jobs, but also moved away from her for one year, and currently is a 28-year-old with the mobile equivalency of an elderly man. I think, therefore, that since she's still with me . . . could it be love?
I don't have any objections. Heidi's also one of my best friends.
Sunday: Celebration of Heidi's birthday with her folks in Windsor.
Heidi becomes nervous, like I do, when my divorced parents get together for a celebration. Her mother and step-father drove us over to Windsor, Ontario to her dad's place for dinner and chit-chat. Heidi's parents used to work for K-mart, and there was a family friend from the company at the party, so there was plenty of K-mart talk. We watched the Pistons win. I drank a few beers, since Heidi's dad and partner kept offering them to me. I also added a glass of wine and a coffee with Bailey's after the beers.
After we returned, I went out again with Heidi and my friend Brad. Brad caught a plane from LA with Jim, my friend and old roomate. We caught up with Brad over more drinks. Brad's short film will probably be ready for USC's First Look by April of next year, but he's hoping to land work before that time. I hope he lands something, since he's one of the most intelligent people that I know well. He's one of my best friends. Every phone call I receive from him is time well spent.
Monday: Funeral Home Visitation for Jim's sister.
My friends Jim and Brad caught that plane earlier in the weekend because Jim's sister died of heart failure. She was 25.
One of the priests made a valid point at her prayer service. He pointed out that the best gift we can give, sometimes, is ourselves. Being there for each other holds great power, and it holds true, especially with lives that run for lengths less than expected.
The power of 'being there' for our brothers, parents, grandparents, relatives, and friends probably fills a part of the equation to the meaning of life.
After the service, Heidi and I travelled to a reception held by Jim's family. I caught up and chatted with Jim. I found out that he had slept only a total of 5 hours since he returned from LA. When he returns, he will begin finals for the semester at USC. Jim is a strong man, and he has been through quite a bit of turbulence in his life. I look up to him, since he also possesses a strong positive nature. I have been blessed with great friends, and he is one of them.
I've not any relief from the back pain, but I will recover. Spending time with my friends helps in the end. I feel honored to be with them.
Today is my Heidi and my father's birthday. Happy birthday, Heidi and dad!