"The Big Read reckons that the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books they've printed."
1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicize those you intend to read.
3) Underline the books you LOVE.
4) Strike out the books you have no intention of ever reading, or were forced to read at school and hated.
5) Reprint this list in your own LJ so we can try and track down these people who've read 6 and force books upon them ;-)

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I started writing this at 1:30 am

I woke up this morning late. I didn't get in bed until 2:30 and I still wasn't tired, so my alarm got a beating for about an hour and a half.

Shortly after we all got up Obie had an explosion on the bedroom carpet. As I was bending down to clean it up I felt the familiar painful grab in my shoulder and back. After a few seconds the pain subsided and a few Advil took care of it for the rest of the day.

I was beat, so I got ready for bed at 10:30. As soon as I laid down my left shoulder totally seized up. I could hardly breathe. Punk wasn't home and my phone was in the other room. I had to wait for an hour, flat on my back, with a 2-year-old who wouldn't go to sleep and didn't understand that making me dress her doll over and over wasn't helping.

When Punk finally got home he helped me out of bed and ordered me to go to urgent care. I felt like throwing up from the pain. The PA who saw me there seemed a bit concerned that I was having a heart attack. My pulse was 140, the pain was radiating somewhat... but no chest pain and my pulse did eventually slow down. He sent me home with 2 Vicodin, the strongest they can give out. I was not allowed to take them if I was going to be driving, so I promised I would wait until I got home. They were in a little cup, sealed in a biohazard bag. The nurse impressed upon me the importance of NOT getting pulled over on the way home. Heh. Try to explain that one.

Finally, the pain is now tolerable. As long as I don't move. Tomorrow morning I have prescriptions to fill for Percocet and Robaxin. I can't drive on the drugs, so I doubt I'll be going to work. It's my boss's last day so I should probably try to make an attempt to get to his farewell lunch. We'll see.

This particular muscle(s) get sore pretty often, but never like this. This was... painful. And now I'ja
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HA! That was the point I passed out last night. I already missed an important appt this morning and probably will not make it to the lunch. I'm not even sure how I'm going to get my prescriptions filled. This sucks.

Turning on the TV so you can put Dora on, but seeing your college roommate on Regis and Kelly.

We probably stop at the grocery store on the way home from day care three times a week. Punk discovered that the bakery will give little kids a cookie to keep them quiet. They're called "shopper cookies".

Today, when Lilia and I pulled in to the parking lot she said, "Oh! The cookie house!" Well, at least today it was also the mango house, as they were giving away samples. We're not TOTALLY neglectful.

After waiting so long it was kind of anti-climactic when the doctor finally called me back. The test results were normal and she thought the on-call doc had told me that. She couldn't figure out why I was so anxious to talk to her.

So yeah. The "high" results were misinterpreted and were actually perfectly fine. Even the test that hadn't been quite right the first time was normal when we repeated it. No more tests for now!