lingering doubts
May. 11th, 2023 10:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
somedayseattleDropped Erica at work and hopped over to Historic Yates Mill Park to go for a quick stroll. It was nice out and I fear that soon 'Whinin' About The Weather' Season will be upon us. Gotta get my steps while I can. It was early and the park employees had just arrived to unlock the front gates. I was the first mofo in today! As I was nearing the end of the trail I saw an older, gray haired Asian guy lumbering towards me (must've been the second person in today). As he approached I nodded in acknowledgement and shot him a smile. He nodded and in broken English said "You are how?!" I said "Great. And you?" He smiled and kept on walking. I immediately decided "You are how?" will be my greeting to people moving forward. Loved it.
Attention!!
"Hey! Hey! It's KC Storytime!"
First a little backstory. I suffered a pretty dramatic back injury in the early 2000's. Messed up my sciatic pretty well. It took a year to recover and all is good but every once in a Blue June, I feel it. When the nerve gets pinched I feel it in my calves. That muscle seizes up and turns hard as granite. I jacked myself up a couple weeks ago putting on those dumbass seat covers and for the most part, recovered. But for some reason Tuesday the left calf chose to remind me of its presence. Whilst at Da Dolla Sto' that afternoon I saw they had some pain patches. I was certain they would not help but hey....Dolla Store. I slapped 2 on my lower calf yesterday before work in hopes of easing the pain a spell. I was in the break room chatting with NY Joe when KC arrived. We chit-chatted for a bit and then she noticed the 2 white patches.
KC-'What are those for?"
Me-"Nicotine patches. I wear so I don't start smoking again"
KC-"You used to smoke? I did not know that."
Me-"Yeah. I tried a couple cigarettes back in the late 1990's. I don't wanna fall into that kind of hell again".
She gave me a look as the hamsters ran on the wheel in her brain. A couple moments skated by.
KC-"Don't they go on your shoulder?"
Me-"Do they? Have I been doing to wrong all these years?"
KC-"You're screwing with me. You're always messing with me. I'm not buying it" She laughed and began to walk to her office.
Me"-Fine. Suit yourself, missy" As she left the room, manager on duty Mason came in. She went into KC's office to say good morn as they are pals. NY Joe and I were gathering things up to go to the train when Mason came back into the room. I greeted her good morn.
MM-"KC just asked me the oddest questions."
Me-"About nicotine pads?" She laughed and told me she assumed that somehow I was responsible for the question. Yup, business as usual.
Attention!!
"Hey! Hey! It's KC Storytime!"
First a little backstory. I suffered a pretty dramatic back injury in the early 2000's. Messed up my sciatic pretty well. It took a year to recover and all is good but every once in a Blue June, I feel it. When the nerve gets pinched I feel it in my calves. That muscle seizes up and turns hard as granite. I jacked myself up a couple weeks ago putting on those dumbass seat covers and for the most part, recovered. But for some reason Tuesday the left calf chose to remind me of its presence. Whilst at Da Dolla Sto' that afternoon I saw they had some pain patches. I was certain they would not help but hey....Dolla Store. I slapped 2 on my lower calf yesterday before work in hopes of easing the pain a spell. I was in the break room chatting with NY Joe when KC arrived. We chit-chatted for a bit and then she noticed the 2 white patches.
KC-'What are those for?"
Me-"Nicotine patches. I wear so I don't start smoking again"
KC-"You used to smoke? I did not know that."
Me-"Yeah. I tried a couple cigarettes back in the late 1990's. I don't wanna fall into that kind of hell again".
She gave me a look as the hamsters ran on the wheel in her brain. A couple moments skated by.
KC-"Don't they go on your shoulder?"
Me-"Do they? Have I been doing to wrong all these years?"
KC-"You're screwing with me. You're always messing with me. I'm not buying it" She laughed and began to walk to her office.
Me"-Fine. Suit yourself, missy" As she left the room, manager on duty Mason came in. She went into KC's office to say good morn as they are pals. NY Joe and I were gathering things up to go to the train when Mason came back into the room. I greeted her good morn.
MM-"KC just asked me the oddest questions."
Me-"About nicotine pads?" She laughed and told me she assumed that somehow I was responsible for the question. Yup, business as usual.