Over the Hump

Fifteen R-treatments down, fifteen more to go. I celebrated by buying books I don't need, and a T-shirt with a smiling space monkey floating underneath the caption: "I hope I never die". I'll wear it when I see Dr. Blackwell this week.

That's what I'm starting to feel like during treatments. They've been rotating teams among the different treatment rooms, and the team I had this past week is soooo slow. I suspect one of the members is a newbie. I understand they have to train people, but from what I could tell he hadn't gotten more proficient as the week went on. So I'm fastened to the slab with the stens in my mouth longer and longer with each day. Such a pain in the ass.

No new foods to report. No news on progress with the plumbing at the loft either. Maybe I should've gone to L.A. Trade Tech and become a plumber instead. The industry in general must be making a killing with all the new lofts popping up downtown. Does anyone know any single plumbers they can introdu...nevermind.