The bad news is that I have been coughing more.
Both more often, and for longer. Especially worrisome based on past experience is that the coughing often escalates into a kind of hacking wheeze that sounds remarkably like Dick Dastardly’s dog from Wacky Races.
OK, so I am still pissed off about not finding a clip of Marge telling Lisa, “you see what we mean when we say you’re too smart for your own good?” yesterday.
So anyhow, the coughing.
And I must say I feel a bit more sickly today. So I might be coming down with something. Not necessarily Covid, but something.
Or it might be yet another visit from that phantom illness that keeps seeming like it is coming on and then totally disappearing.
Apparently, my immune system doesn’t win every battle, but it always wins the war.
The good news on the medical front is that I chatted with Doctor Chao yesterday and he agreed to call to have my CT scan expedited.
For which I was grateful as I know he has assertiveness issues a lot like mine. He hides them well and I imagine most patients have no idea, but it’s obvious to empaths like me.
Sometimes I know what people are thinking better than they do.
The even better news is that despite Doctor Chao’s warning that it might still be two or three weeks till my scan, I got a call this morning and booked a scan for this Friday at 9:40 in the evening!
That’s right. It’s a night scan.
I don’t know what I mean by that, but it sounded cool, so I typed it.
I am excited to get the scan as it is the next step in figuring out why my legs are dying. It will be a scan of my lower spine to look for neurological issues.
Given my diabetes, neurological issues are highly probable.
And for bonus points, while I had Doc Chao on the phone, I actually remembered to ask him for something for my leg pain!
For me, that’s like a home run of both self-awareness and assertion.
Then, just to nail the dismount, I convinced my pharmacists to deliver the med Doc Show prescribed for the pain (gabapentin) even though he didn’t want to and had plans for after he closed the pharmacy.
I have given it a try, after first going through the apparently necessary step of looking the drug up online and getting totally freaked out by the side effects.
I know it’s a bad idea but I can’t even choose to remain ignorant about something important to me. I am way too paranoid about the universe for that.
It’s the stuff you don’t know about that lurks in the shadows waiting to GET you!
And I always survive the period of being terrified to take the damned pill and end up taking it anyway, so I suppose there’s no harm except for wear and tear on my nerves.
But I am slowly coming around to accepting that I might not be built for always doing things calmly. I might be better off freaking out but doing it anyway.
Beats not doing it at all!
More after the break,
More of the Fruvous Follies
Ordered pizza. Relaxed to listen to videos and play silly web-based games. Website said it would arrived at 9:44 am.
And stupidly, I believed it.
Meaning I forgot that because our Pizza Slut is only three blocks away, the stuff always comes WAY earlier than the website thinks it will.
So when the phone rang at 7:33 pm (or so), I was totally unready, and that is my only excuse for what happened next.
Because I….. hung up the phone on my fave delivery dude (Russian dude that says “Pizza!”) without actually pressing the button to let him in.
Of course. I didn’t know this until I had already spent all my….. leg capital? Leg energy? Leg…. mojo? Well OK.
Of course, I didn’t know this until I’d already spent all my leg mojo getting to the door of the apartment, opening it, seeing there was nobody there, realizing why that was, and then hoofing it back to my room.
And by that point I was spent.
Luckily, I am resourceful.
So I called Joe’s cell and asked him to come get the money from me then go pay for the pizza and bring it to me.
Thus, I got my pizza deal, namely an individual three topping pizza plus 5 boneless bites plus some mozza sticks and marinara.
And the pizza + bites was only $10! But the whole thing ended up costs me $30 because the mozza sticks were 8 (ouch) and the local Pizza Take It Up The Butt has jacked up their delivery fee to $6.95 (double ouch).
So while I like that one place still takes cash at the door, I do feel like I am paying a premium for the privilege. Sigh.
There’s probably other places that still take cash as long as you ordered directly from them and not through a delivery app.
Or maybe through a delivery app other than Skip.
But they said no to cash years ago, presumably because that VASTLY streamlines the process. Delivery drivers don’t have to keep a float or track their tips or deal with customers in person or anything.
They can just leave the stuff by the door and fuck off to the next job.
And this is how I like it too. I just can’t do it right now because all my cash is locked behind the apparently impenetrable barrier of my bank account.
I have one good lead on a solution, though : RBC’s Virtual Visa Debit.
It’s exactly what I am looking for : a way to spend money online and have it come directly from my bank account.
No more stupid credit cards, just spend it right from where it is directly deposited.
One catch (because of course there is a catch) : I can’t finish setting up an account there without visiting them in person.
Which will be tricky, given my mobility limitations. I will have to prevail on Julian to wait in line for me again.
But at least it should be the last time I have to do such a thing, because once I open the new account, I will switch my direct deposit over there, transfer the funds from my Vancity account, and kiss Vancity goodbye.
Sorry, Vancity, but you did not have what I was looking for and did not even seem to grasp the concept of spending money online, so, bye bye!
I figured I have to go to Wound Care at 2:30 pm on Friday anyhow, so I can do it after that if my legs will allow.
Hopefully it will not take long.
I really need to get those crutches.
That yo gabba gabapentin helps with the pain when I stand or walk, but my time up is still quite limited.
I will figured something out.
And I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.