Happy New Year.

I rang in the new year with a wonderful group of friends and lots of champange. No stairs, no falling, no heels. Both feet still in the same amount of peices I started out with in the beginning of the night. The one still being held together by a couple of pins and a screw. It was a good night to say the least. Then came the next day. Which actually given the amount of alcohol that was consumed, not all that bad really. Its yesterday and today that has been bad. A seriously henious case of strep. The antibotics just don;t seem to be doing the job they are supposed to do. But I'm fighting it. Gave up on trying to eat last night. Now it's just tylenol, motrin, and those little lozenges that taste terrible but work oh so well. I also had dinner with another group of friends, my EMS family. One of which lives in Philly now because she is going to PA school. But she came into town a few days ago. It was good to see her. It was good to see all of them. I haven't seen them as much as I am used to with the not being on the streets right now. Being stuck in the office blows. I don;t do 9 to 5 very well. I'm a night shifter. I prefer the dark. Call me what you will, but I just work better under the moonlight than the sun. I have got another month before I can go back to the streets. The ortho-pods have to remove the hardware in my foot. And I have to build up the strenth back up in my leg. I'm working on getting a place to stay once I'm back on my feet (Pun intended haa) Like I have said before, I love my parents and that I have a place to come if I need it, but I moved out six years ago. This has not been easy on anyone involved. I'm ready to have my own space again. Well its time for my Motrin dose, the CSI: then bed.