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Oh yeah, about the hand thing... It's a totally ridiculous (read embarrassing) situation. One of my clients called me and pushed every one of my buttons. I mean this guy found my very last nerve and tap danced on it with high-heels! Well, I was cool, calm and collected the whole time on the phone, but when I hung up every bit of stress I've ever had since all the way back to the sixth grade boiled up. I power-punched my desk and broke a couple of my knuckles off -- OFF! I immediately felt better from a mental health perspective but about twenty minutes later the nerves in my hand woke back up and started squealing like Ned Beatty.
When I went to the emergency room everybody got a good laugh (as did I) about the whole thing. After the doc examined my hand he told me "instead of being Mr. Nice and Cool all the time, it would be better to lose your shit more often. Or else you'll wake up one day and take out a Burger King or somethin'." Needless to say he and I got along great.
Now after a cast, a bushel of Lortab, Thorazine in a cup with a crazy straw and electroshock therapy things are so much clearer.
9/11/2003 10:25:49 AM
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