Last year during my brain surgery stay at the hospital my sister, Jill, stayed here to get things ready and make sure that I was okay. She was very unhappy about my office chair, and continually went on and on about how she wanted me to buy a new one.
See, I have this old piece of junk that I sit on everyday while I hammer away at this computer. It twists and turns to my liking. The problem? Well, the damn thing doesn't have a back. That really doesn't bother me. I thought it did before my brain surgery because I often got back aches. After the tumor was removed I never got back aches. Just something that was helped by getting rid of a baseball sized tumor in your head.
So, guess what? I am keeping my office chair until the day a benefactor buys me a great new one that I really love-or I hit the big time and can buy my own.