Today was busy.
First, there was an appointment with Doctor Vaezi, my eye guy. He’s the surgeon who operated on my eyes back in May and he and I are still trying to get my naughty left eye to settled down and behave.
During my previous visit a couple weeks back, I was given the assignment of finding out if this drug he wanted to try on my misbehaving eye was covered by my BC disability medical coverage or not.
So I called my pharmacist on Monday to find out, and of course it wasn’t covered.
After all, we can’t make things too good for these disabled people, or people will start making themselves disabled just to get a taste of the good life!
Besides, it’s all they deserve, the no good lazy bums getting away with mooching off of the good, hard working people of the world just because they technically can’t work!
Not that I’m bitter.
So the fact that it wasn’t covered didn’t surprise me. Or that it would cost me $57. What DID surprise me was my pharmacist telling me that there was none available period and wouldn’t be until late November.
Um. Well okay then.
So when I went to see Doctor V this morning. I had no idea what was going to happen. All I could do is tell him we were SSOL for now and see what he sai.
Luckily, it turns out his office ha its own supply, and they were only going to charge me $50 for it.
So I got the shot anyhow. And it still hurt like fuck despite Vaezi and his nurse applying TONS of freezing to my poor lil eyeball.
Oh, and get this : the name of the drug is Triesence, pronounced “tri-essence”, and that totally sounds like the magical whoozit from a fantasy RPG.
“Thousands of years of peace, harmony, and a truly top notch sushi scene were shattered when the evil wizard Taintboy shattered the Tri-Essence… ”
You know, that kind of thing.
Then it was off to Wound Care, and today my nurse was Dwayne.
Now being a male nurse is already stereotype shattering, but then there is Dwayne.
Dwayne is no tall, thin twink. He is a short muscular square dude, broad shouldered and thick built, with hairy arms and an air of stolid working class pragmatism about him like he is here to fix something in your house.
In fact, apparently they don’t make nurse uniforms for guys like him, because all he was wearing along those lines was a white plastic smock, making him look like a butcher.
Not what you want to see in a medical setting.
But Dwayne was awesome. He went about his work like a master craftsman, making me feel like I was a piece of furniture being restored.
In the best possible way.
The whole experience was a trip. I certainly felt like I was in good hands. He did everything with precision and care.
It was honestly kinda hot. Sex with this dude would be amazing.
But luckily, I managed to keep myself from thinking about that until afterwards. Otherwise, well, things might have gotten mighty awkward.
And I’d hate to be That Guy, the one who creeped on the poor nurse just doing his job and made his day worse.
Unless he was into it.
Then it would have been a totally different kind of health care.
You see, I have this terrible swelling…
More after the break.
I got sushi!
In other words, I got nuthin’.
I can’t think of anything to write about so I will just start with the fact that I ordered sushi from my fave place, Otaru Sushi, tonight, and I am now eating it.
Starting with my beloved miso soup. Damn do I love that stuff. Not only is it delicious in and of itself, but I also find it very soothing.
Something about it pleases my body enough that if it was a kitten, it would be purring.
And now the scene stealing supporting cast member of the meal, my vegetable sunomono[1] salad. I won’t lie, the fact that they have this as an option is the main reason I am loyal to Otaru.
You might even call me an Otaru Otaku!
But probably won’t.
God I love this stuff. The sauce is based on vinegar and lime juice and if you had asked me before I tried sunomono if that sounded good, I would have said it sounded like a good way to ruin some innocent lime juice.
But damn do I love it. Add in some decent quality fresh veggies and I am a happy man.
Heck, this sauce makes even avocado taste good to me, and I never liked it before.
Sushi is a good meal for me because it is relatively low carb, at least compared to a comparable sized Western meal.
I mean, the sunomono has “glass” noodles (translucent rice noodles) and the sushi obviously has rice, but compared to pizza or pasta or a burger and fries it’s practically a low carb keto feast.
We eat WAY too many carbs in this culture.
And then on to the actual sushi. Being non-piscivorous[2] my sushi options are limited, but there’s always my much adored kappa maki, aka cucumber roll.
What can I say, I love cucumber. To me, it’s the watermelon of vegetables, and I do love me some watermelon.
My other sushi choice, vegetable tempura roll, I now regret. The tempura is delicious but it’s basically fried carbs and I don’t need that in my life.
I ended up ordering sushi tonight. Wednesday night, instead of the usual Tuesday night because after finding out both Otaru and Subway were closed, I gave up and ordered a Hungryman sub and my usual 2L bottles of Diet Coke from the 7-11.
But the sub never showed up. I wasn’t charged for it either, so no big scandal there. I can only assume that they were out of them.
So to compensate for my loss entree/salad/entire meal, I got sushi tonight.
Well, now my meal is done, and so is today’s entry.
Time to find out what to do with all these code pieces.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.
[[1]] Google Translate says It means “vinegared food”. How oddly disappointing.
[[2]] For the Latin impaired : I don’t eat fish,