So, had the Wound Care today,

And yay, the official Wound Care Nurse (the specialist) was there to shave down the callous on my right foot.

I was rather worried about that thing because when I changed my socks on Sunday, pre-Denny’s, I noticed the dressing had a big wet spot exactly where the callous was and that was… new.

It’s been a very dead and docile phenomenon until now. A callous is just an accumulation of dead skin compressed into a compact mass, after all.

But neither the regular nurse nor Nurse Janice the wound case specialist seemed to think it was a problem, so…. I guess it wasn’t?

Anyhow, having her “debride” ^[1] the wound was as pleasant as I thought it would be. In fact at various times I had two nurses working on me at the same time, one debriding the callous and the other changing my dressings, and that gave me that feeling of being pampered like I’m the Gran Poobah that I love so much.

I really need to get to a place where I can afford spa treatments. I get the feeling they could do a lot of good for both my body and my soul.

And who knows, I might even snag me a sexy masseur with big, strong, gentle hands and a real appreciation of the benefits of fucking a fat dude.

More cushion for the pushin’, baby!

Wounds update : things are looking shockingly good.

My left leg is basically fully healed. There’s still discolored areas where wounds used to be and wow do I need to moisturize that area a bunch, but other than that, the wounds are closed, the skin has healed, and I now have a healthy-ish leg.

I am, of course, tickled pink. It’s a sort of mottled pink with freckles, but still.

And my right leg is looking good too. A lot of the lesser wounds are gone. The big one is still there and looking kinda ugly, but still appears to be healing well.

In a month or so, I might actually be wound free, and my legs might be those of living human being again.

The trip home was eventful. First, Megan and I were on hold for like 20 minutes before she could call a cab for me.

Then an elderly couple took my cab. Sort of. Megan says she ordered two cabs but only one ever showed up.

I assumed my cab was coming so it was a no-brainer to let the super old couple who barely knew what planet they were on take the first one.

But nope, no second cab, So I had to go up and get Megan to call me another.

While waiting for that one, a young woman wheeled someone who looked liked Louie Anderson and Lou Costello had a kid and that kid was existentially worried 24/7.

So imagine my surprise when the woman said, “I’ll be right back with the car, Mum. ”

Holy crap, that was a woman?!? It was all I could do to keep my polite poker face on and I am pretty sure my eyes went super wide involuntarily.

So that was a true Encounter with Humanity. Very eye opening, so to speak.

Then my cab arrived and took me home. And as I got out of the cab, I had this horrible sinking feeling and yup…. I had FORGOTTEN MY KEYS.

Oh shit oh fuck oh double god DAMMIT. Visions of me sitting on the floor in the hall right outside out apartment like a lost dog filled my mind.

Luckily, Julian was home to let me in. Phew. Adventure over.

More after the break.

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Taking another poké at it

Giving poké from Pokey Okey^[2] another shot, and this time I just went nuts.

Four different sauces (Pokey Okey Sauce, Wasabi Mayo, Miso Sesame and Ponzu Cirtus) , three different proteins (Juicey (sic) Chicken, Marinated Tofu, and Luau Pulled Pork) , tons of “veggies”^[3], and whatever else looked good, all mixed together by yours truly into a Merry Melange of Madness.

And it’s all delicious. Can’t believe how fast I ate that whole huge bowl o’ stuff but it was all so good, and because it didn’t have a lot of carbs or fat, the whole thing is quite light and tasty and good.

I am especially happy with the pulled pork. That is some tasty BBQ sauce. The perfect balance of tangy, sweet, and head.

A delicious meal that doesn’t weigh me down and is chock full of nutrition?

Sign me the hell up.

Meanwhile, in the Ruins of Appalachia

I can’t see that word without remembering Less Nessman pronouncing it “apple-a-cheeya”. LOL, he’s so cute.

Anyhow, in my current game of Fallout 76, I have almost cleared all the quests. I managed to into the fight with the Wendigo Colossus (seen here)…

…and stood no chance against the bloody thing despite being level 120, and for a little while it was just me and three other people of roughly the same level and we were dying a whole heck of a lot but luckily some Level 300+ types showed up and together we managed to slowly erode its health until it died.

It was one hell of a fight.

Then it was off to work on those god damned Pioneer Scout merit badges. Sounds real cute when you get the quest but those things are a lot of freaking work.

Finally finished getting my Archery, and one other I’ve forgotten badges this morning and that leave me with only one other task before I can say I did it all, and it’s the one I have been dreading the most.

Revive a Fallen Ally.

Which requires….actually having allies. Which is a foreign idea to me.

Is there a non-joiner option?

Because I am a sullen and antisocial Generation X’er and we don’t really join stuff.

In fact, we reflexively reject any group that presumes to think we are part of it.

Like I said before, we’re the “fuck off, you don’t KNOW me!” generation.

And of course I have massive issues of my own.

Kinda figures that after all these weeks of playing the game, the final boss would end up being my social anxiety.

I can slaughter hordes of Super Mutants, Feral Ghouls (zombies), Scorched (red zombies with guns), Cultists (they worship the Mothman), Blood Eagles (violent deth cult), and various monsters and wild beasts…I can take out entire evil secret societies and solve mysteries and repair entire power plants by myself… I can even fight through endless robot hordes to get a little girl her stuffed toy back…

But making a friend?

That’s way too big an ask.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow,.