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Last night I went to bed early so I'd be well rested and alert for the training I had scheduled today. I woke in the middle of the night with my left great toe throbbing and spent the rest of the night tossing and turning. This morning as I peg legged around the house, I thought that House gets away with being nasty because he's a) brilliant, b) fictional, and c) has fangirl support. I, in contrast, can't get away with being nasty, don't get to take good drugs at work, and don't have a cadre of loyal fangirls swooning over my surliness. It sucks to be RL.

Today's training was necessary and useful, but I know I didn't retain nearly all of the things that are vitally important to do the job. A lot of said job is dealing with people, not my forte. With the exception of a scant handful of people, dealing with humans wears me out. The good news is that the guy who usually does the job may only be out for a month. A quick recovery for him and a short time on the cross for me, good news all around.

I've got an appointment on Friday with a podiatrist. I don't think he'll buy into amputation.

I'd offer to buy a round, but I can't drink.