Dr. Diaper, here upon the windshield wiper

Yesterday Trish saw Dr. Pike, an orthopedic surgeon, after having been referred there by her physical therapist. We actually woke her up in time for her breakfast of pancakes, sat around & drank our coffee -- I had one of the frappucinos -- & rode the taxi up to the Invisible Clinic. He x-rayed the shoulder, gave her a shot of cortisone, & now she's complaining that it hurts too bad to go back to work. Her instructions were to wait 4-5 days & if it still hurts make an appointment with Daimon & if he can't fix her tendonitis he'd look at it again.

Car-girl called when I was waiting for my support @ onewest to call back. My ftp is still broken. She was feeling much better & wanted to go out to K-Mart. We picked up a new fanny pack for Trish, a pizza pan (which I used to cook the b-b-q pork loins I'd been marinating), & a zillion rolls of toilet paper. After supper we watched Batman Begins, which we'd rented from the vid-store.

Trish doesn't want to go to work this morning. I'm not sure what to tell her. I hope she can work it out with her boss.