The Five Stages of Fang—Stage 4: Numbness in the Limbs

You’re way past Denial when the block-long moving van pulls up in front of your boxed-up and barren house at 8:30 a.m. and three burly members of the Brute Squad jog up to your front door, clipboards in hand.

Now all that’s left is surviving four or five consecutive nights on spongey motel room beds with a spinal cord shaped like a noodle. I’ve only got one night under my belt and I’m already on every painkiller that won’t keep me from getting my work done today (ie: non-narcotic).

On the plus side, the physical pain of sitting down to type will likely result in shorter blog posts like this one, so while my glass may be half-empty, the reader’s glass will be half-full.

Anyhow, I’m sure tomorrow’s 12-hour drive after another excruciating night’s sleep won’t pose any problems.

That’s Stage 4.5: Self-Delusion. It’s the most important step of all.