So Operation Financial Freedom was a success yesterday.
Joe drove me to the bank and waited in line for me. He even had the genius to notice a office type chair WITH WHEELS he could push over to the teller window for me.
So I even got to sit down during my transaction! Heaven.
Ergo. I was able to withdraw $1400 from my account, leaving a bit under 50 bucks in there just to make me feel like a grownup.
It felt so good to have that lovely hard cash handed to me.
Then we went to Price-Mart (shop smart…. shop Price-Mart) and Joe went in and bought me a new PayPower card. Eee!
Then the final step : coming home and registering the card online.
That one I can’t do alone because it requires reading a ten digit series of numbers off the back of the card and they are way too small for me to read.
I really need to invest in a magnifier of some sort.
Speaking of investing, I am finally ready to invest in some sort of modern device where I can get and send texts.
Maybe a tablet, maybe a smartphone, maybe a phablet.
That’s a real thing – it’s halfway between a phone and a tablet. Hence the portmanteau.
I am thinking of forgetting about the whole phone part and just getting myself a good Android tablet, though. Because articles like this one are convincing me that I can text message from any Android device.
No special SMS chip needed. And like I said before, I can do the actual making of phone calls via one of the bazillion Voice Over IP (VoiP) programs out there.
Now I just have to pick which one I want.
And here comes option paralysis. There’s so damned many!
I just have to make peace with the fact that I cannot actually compute an answer. I can’t possibly rationally and logically assess all the relevant variables and derive an answer based on all the fact.
Not gonna happen. That’s just way too much information to process.
Variable stack overload!
So I will ask my fuzzy friends on Tapestries for recommendations. A lot of furries are in IT in one way or another so someone probably has the knowledge I need to inform my choice, like which companies are trustworthy.
Plus, I will Google around, of course. Check out online reviews. See what the experts say. Things like that.
And then, in all likelihood, I will end up just buying the first one that makes me excited about it and then kick myself for all the factors I did not consider and all the quests I did not ask before committing my bux.
I try to make smart decisions. I really do.
But I lack the emotional stability to truly pull it off. I am too wired to work by intuition and inspiration, which is great if you’re a California mystic who does holistic therapy for pets, and it’s even better for creative work, but rational decision making is not its forte.
I’m not perfect.
I’m just amazing.
And that will have to do.
More after the break.
The call of pasta
This amused me.
I was all set to order some Chinese food tonight. Had been thinking about it all day. Chinese food it was going to be.
Then when it came time to order, a deep male voice in my head said SPAGHETTI.
With the bold and the caps and everything!
And I am like, does it have to be spaghetti? Because Pizza Hut only does rotini…
SPAGHETTI, it reiterated, this time with a hint of menace.
And I am like, so we’re saying no to the Chinese food then?
SPA-GHET-TI, it said again, this time with the tone of an ancient god about two seconds from issuing a smiting.
So spaghetti it is. Who am I to argue with such a clear directive? I was raised to believe that our bodies tell us what they need and all we have to do is learn to listen.
Well I listened, all right. Ordered me some spaghetti in meat sauce from the friendly folk over at Boston Pizza..
Which when you think about it is kind of an arbitrary name. Because it’s not like Boston is a city known for its high quality pizza.
New, from the people who brought you Boston Pizza, it’s Chicago Egg Roll!
Coming soon : Albuquerque Sushi, Baton Rouge Schnitzel, and Boise Baloney!
Because c’mon. There was no way I was only going to make ONE of those.
It’s just too much fun!
The Bad Patient
I am being a naughty patient today because despite my doctor’s clear instructions, I did NOT go to Urgent Care today.
He wants them to check out my spinal situation re : my pooping the bed and see if there is something bad going on there.
What I wish I said at the time : Um, you have a CT scan of everything between my navel and my knees. What can they do that you can’t?
Care enough to put in the effort, I guess.
That’s unfair, though. Doc Chao cares about his patients. He really does.
He’s just timid and easily intimidated by heavy responsibilities and complex diagnoses and thus in no way qualified to make life and death decisions all the frigging time.
See, that’s much better.
Nevertheless, I will try to go tomorrow. Better to do it on the weekend, when rides are more readily available, than try to cram it into a weekday.
And honestly, I should want to go, because they might have doctors who are actually confident and competent and feel some sense of urgency when I tell them my legs get weaker every day and I am scared I will lose my ability to walk entirely.
I mean. Doc Chao has that CT scan for an entire WEEK and did absolutely nothing with it, and would have continued to do nothing with it if I hadn’t booked an appointment with him specifically to talk about it.
Pretty sure that’s something his office is supposed to do.
It shouldn’t be up to ME to make HIM do his goddamned job.
And yet, here we are.
I need a new GP.
And I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.