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This just in

They got sausage rolls at 7-11.

And not just any sausage rolls. HUGE freaking sausage rolls. Sausage rolls the size and shape of the big soft sided pen and pencil cases we used as kids. Sausage rolls you could hide a good sized dagger in.

I’m telling you, you never sausage a thing! ^[1]

They’re pretty tasty, too. However, they are basically a big log of carbs and cholesterol and so I will try not to have them too often as they would not be good for my diabetes or my heart condition.

Speaking of which….

I have a date

For only time can mend my sad and broken heart…..

Um, literally. Because my heart is literally broken and I now have a date for when it will finally be fixed.

That date is Nov 16, at St. Paul’s of course. I will be checking in at 7 am (yikes) and will be there six to eight hours or more as they will be putting in stents and that takes more time for prep and recovery than when they were just looking around.

Whatever. At one point I was bracing myself for open heart surgery, with them cracking my sternum and everything, so this seems pretty mild by comparison.

Reminder : stents are little spreaders that open up occluded arteries and thus restore normal blood flow.

They should work right away, and so hopefully I will feel a heck of a lot better as soon as I recover from the procedure.

W00t to that! I am so looking forward to having this problem finally get fixed!

Who knows, once the procedure has been judged a success, maybe I will finally be able to start exercising to banish both my blues and my high blood sugar!

Wound Care : Endgame

I am almost done with my trips to Wound Care.

The major wound on my right leg has closed up and thus is no longer a wound. The flesh there is rather raw and painful to the touch almost like a burn, so I am probably going to keep covering it up for a little while.

It’s even starting to peel like a burn. So yeah, gonna cover that up before it starts to seriously itch and thus send me down a dark path.

That leaves just that giant motherfucking callous on my foot. When I went in for Wound Care today, there was a Wound Care specialist there and she said she would take a closer look at my callous on my next visit and do some more debriding as well as have some recommendations as to where I can go to get some modifications to my shoe to make the weight distribute more evenly.

I am sure that will help in the long run.

It might even help me walk without pain, which would be a freakin’ miracle.

I would gladly walk for exercise if it didn’t fucking hurt.

More after the break.

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It just gets worse

So now DoorDash won’t take my credit card any more.

Son of a particularly feculent bitch. There goes one of my little pleasures. No more Otaru Sushi or Pokey Okey for me until I get a new card.

It’s either that or look to see if anyone will let me pay for my order in cash any more. Cash, I got, in spades.

It’s the internet kind of money I lack.

Ya know, a case could be made that internet spendable cash is rapidly becoming a necessity in the modern era, like smartphones and WiFi.

So to deny it to me is a form of discriminatory deprivation.

(And I just had a cola burp so intense that it felt like my nose would burst into flames. Not strictly related but it feels like part of the overall pattern.)

I am Googling around and so far, I am not seeing another reloadable VISA option here in Canada. Ain’t that fun.

Money Mart doesn’t even offer them any more. Sigh.

I still don’t get why it’s a big deal to just let me spend money I have already given to you via a VISA card.

I think I am going to give the folks at Vancity one last chance. I am going to go in there to drain whatever is left on my now worthless reloadable VISA (and they better not try to dick me around on THAT) and if that goes well, I am going to put on my best bright and shiny and reasonable manner ^[1]and talk with one of their financial people (not a teller) and see if there is some way I can get what I want (to be able to spend money online) via some financial instrument of theirs.

Like Visa Debit. Or hell, PayPal.

If not, I don’t know what I am going to do. Being stuck in cash hell seems like a peculiarly modern fate for someone like me.

This image keeps popping into my head is of me looking bedraggled and forlorn standing on a street corner with a fistful of cash in my hand begging people to accept it in exchange for even just an apple, and people coldly ignoring me or rudely telling me to “get a credit card!” or “where’s your smartphone?”.

I mean, I am not totally screwed. Restaurants still take cash if you are there in person, at least, and the same goes for supermarkets.

And in the gran scheme of things, not being able to order in is hardly torture.

And for some things, I can just buy gift cards. For example, if I want to buy something off of Steam, there are cards for that.

Heck, there’s Visa gift cards. I might end up having to just buy those on a regular basis. That would suck to the extreme but at least it would freaking work.

Oh, and just to complete the aggravation marathon, a game I’ve wanted to try for a while called Stellaris went on crazy good sale (only $11!) today, so I bought and downloaded it and gave it a try.

It’s a big and detailed and complex space empire type game. Quite intimidating, but there is what they call a Full Tutorial.

Good. Said tutorial says the first thing I need to do is survey another star system.

And then totally abandons me. No clue as to how I do that. None. Presumably it’s in the dozens of nested menus SOMEWHERE but I am not interested in having to mindlessly explore the interface just to play the fucking game.

Why are so many games like this? Why do so few games grasp the basic concept of a tutorial? You explain how to do things! That’s it! Without skipping steps!

Imagine if these people taught Driver’s Ed!

First, you get in the car. Then, you put the key in the ignition thing, which is located somewhere. You then put the car into drive, and go forward while turning the wheel sometimes. You then drive to Butte, Montana. Congratulations, you now know how to drive! Tutorial over.

That could be funnier but I am too tired and pissed off to work on it more.

I am going to give the game another shot because it’s possible that I accidentally exited the tutorial at some point.

But if not, I am hard returning the stupid fucking thing.

Nothing fucking works!

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.