You see, another reason why I am not trying that hard to cut back on my water intake like Doc Chao wants me to is that drinking lots of water is how I deal with summer heat.
And it works. It actually works. As long as I drink lots of water during the heat of the day, I handle the heat just fine.
This is in stark contrast to what used to happen, which is that I spent all afternoon and into the evening experiencing heat stroke or even heat sickness as my body and brain overheated and made me feel very, very bad.
So I am going to keep drinking lots of water all through summer and to hell with my low sodium levels. I will manage.
Besides, it’s more fun to treat that the other way.
MORE SALTY FOODS! Mua ha ha!
Had what turned out to be a silly scare.
So I went out to the living room to watch Colbert and the Daily Show off the PVR at midnight with Joe and Julian, as is our ritual on nights when we are home.
And as usual, I forgot my glasses. D’oh. I am always concentrating so much on just managing to get to my spot in the living room despite the pain that the thought that I won’t be able to see the screen too good without my glasses slips my mind.
So once again, I asked J&J to get them for me. Embarrassing, especially because it happens almost every time, but I swear I am going to learn to remember them like…. any minute now. I promise.
Anyhow, they had a much harder time finding them than usual. Then they finally found them and brought them to me and I put them on… and everyone went REALLY BLURRY. Like I was looking through the world’s worst windshield.
Oh fuck. What now?
Were they the wrong glasses? They sure looked like my current pair. Heavy black frames and all. So either my glasses had changed…. or my eyes had.
So showing the calm and sensible manner for which I am known, I panicked and concluded that my eyes were dying.
So I made plans for Julian to drop me off at the ER this morning. But when the moment came to leave, I was too damned sleepy to go.
And that turned out to be a good thing.
Because imagine my surprise when I am sitting at my computer with my glasses on the desk to my left when I glance bed-wards and see my glasses sitting on my clock-radio!
What the FUCK?
So I pick up the pair off the clock radio and put them on, and voila, everything is clear again. Turns out they HAD brought me the wrong pair.
But very much in their defense, the two pairs look a LOT a like, and I had no idea I had more than one pair with the heavy black frames.
Oh well. No real harm done. Just another wacky misadventure in Fruvous land.
Now I have to go back to getting my ass to Urgent (ish) Care.
More after the break.
Another day in the life
The life of fat guy pushing fifty with a brain the size of a planet and so many health issues he’s probably not gonna see another birthday, that is,
So ya know. Business as usual.
Been shopping Amazon for a tablet. Not having a lot of luck. The whole thing makes me feel so old and lost.
I mean, products don’t even have titles any more, just a surprise ejaculation of facts about the product in order to match as many search terms as possible.
So I am stuck looking at this ketchup bottle squirt of information thinking, “But what IS it? What is its name? Who makes the goddamned thing?”.
Like, I don’t even know where to start.
And there are so damned many of them. I kinda hate myself for thinking this, but I kind of miss the days when massive megacorps ruled everything and so there would be maybe three brands of something and each brand would have maybe three models so you were choosing from a list of 9, not infinity plus ten.
So I get the feeling I am going to need to consult my fluffy friends again on this. I can’t fight this hurricane of bullshit on my own. I need the wise counsel of people who actually know what the fuck they are talking about.
I love people like that.
Especially when they are willing to share that knowledge with a stumblin’ fool like me.
This is exactly the sort of situation where a high level of generalized intelligence is not good enough for the job.
Luckily, I am chatting with my buddy Niva about it.
It occurs to me that knowing how to get people to share their knowledge with you by being a good and eager listener must have been one of the first things I ever learned.
I have memories of eating up whatever my siblings were willing to tell me when I was barely out of diapers.
And of course, that went triple for when I was with my mom. She is a teacher and I was her perfect little student. A happy little information sponge who soaked up and retained whatever she wanted to teach me and who loved nothing more than to get praise from his mom about how smart he was.
Kinda explains a lot, don’t it?
And because I have a highly nerdy family, there was usually someone around who was happy to answer my questions because nerds love to share knowledge. especially from a position of authority.
So while my family might have been very cold to me in many ways, they were at least very informative to me.
Kinda explains a whole lot more, don’t it?
No wonder I have a big brain and a tiny soul. Only one got nourished.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.