So, tomorrow I go for what's supposed to be a "final" evaluation with a special doctor who gives me the all clear, "you're all better", "have a good life", "you be careful now"... The issue is, as anyone who has followed my "column" knows, I SERIOUSLY doubt this is the end. Next will be arguing over the impairment rating, secondary medical opinions, and who knows what else. It's been nearly 7 months since my injury, my guess is I'm 1/2 way done with getting this whole thing settled. I think I'm going to have a Workers Comp Settlement / 40th Birthday combo party. Consider this your "hold the date" notification.
SWEET, Dancing with the Stars just came on. I can't wait to see what Leeza Gibbons dances tonight. Oh crap, she's been eliminated. Dang!!! I mean, I can see the appeal to this "sport" if you're a guy, the girls are gorgeous (Well...not Leeza), but really, it's pretty feminine. It's like saying, "The girls in couples ice skating are really good looking, but he's prettier than she is". It's just not a "sport" where I see the guys really being masculine. That said, I go to Hooters for the wings!
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