Monday, October 6, 2008

Shoulda Coulda Woulda

Well, well, Saints. My dear, dear Saints, you are breaking my heart over and over and over. We beat ourselves quite handily tonight. Most impressive. Can't get started on a tirade about the idiot refs (I'm sorry, the guy almost ripped Reggie Bush's HEAD OFF and you DON'T SEE THAT?! WTF?!) or even dear, dear Martin Grammatica (yay for you at 52 yards but you MORON...I still hate you from Denver a few weeks ago)...

Injuries. Oh the injuries. Just thrilled to know Tracy Porter's out - dammit another Saints injury!!! I don't know if it's broken wrist, hand or forearm yet. Either way this means we'll see lots of Jason David. Goody.

On a much brighter note: Reggie Bush, you truly make my heart sing (before it shatters into tiny black and gold Fleur-De-Lis pieces, of course). Drew Brees, I wear your jersey each week with pride, always. And Sean Payton, you scare the crap out of me but I think I heart you too...I do scream at you a lot, I know this, and I hope you don't take it too personally.

Other news: I've either got a bad cold or I'm having a major allergy attack. Normally I wouldn't even think about it other than "ew I feel kinda icky," but I'm sneezing like mad. Sneezing, you see, is one of the absolute biggest no-no's for those w/disc problems (coughing too, but sneezing is worse). I knew this, sort of, because until now each time I sneezed it did give me a slight twinge. Today I'm having the sneaky sneezes...the ones you can't prep for and brace for...and I'm paying for them. I took a Benadryl to try and Stop the Sneeze. Not working. So tomorrow, I will go in and let my doctor shoot me up with something a little more hardcore. This is the regular doctor - the one I never see because I am rarely sick...aside from the spinal surgeries, of course. Surprise sneeze...bad bad bad.

The surprise sneeze:

Until the morrow. Ahhh CHOOOOOO.

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