Well it’s been a week and a day since I got out of the hospital and I think I have made a successful transition back to normal life.
It was touch and go there for a while and as patient readers know. There were times when I sincerely thought I was going to have to call up the hospital and ask them what the procedure was for going back in.
Assuming there is one.
But I am doing pretty good now. That awful Tuesday afternoon where I had the “containment issues” seems to have been a turning point because after that I have felt a heck of a lot better.
My body must have gotten rid of something toxic along with all the rest of the stuff that came out of me that day.
(WARNING : Semi-explicit poop talk ahead!)
Heck, yesterday I even passed solid stools for the first time in at least six weeks, Actual poops, not the pudding-like stuff I had been putting out for so long.
And that’s a very good sign. Although it hurt on the way out, A kind of prickly feeling, like the poops were covered in broken walnut shell fragments.
I will chalk that up to my general butthole issues and the fact that my anus had gotten lazy over all those days of low effort defecation.
OK, I hear you, enough with the poop talk already. Look, this is what is happening in my life. I can’t help it if some of it is a tad over-intimate.
I’ve never been very interested in holding back.
I’d tell everything to everyone if I could.
Joe was nice enough to take me to the bank so I could withdraw my latest cheque pau him this month’s rent money, and get him to buy me my latest credit card,
It’s kind of funny how fate keeps forcing me to save money. First I went a month without being able to access it properly while I was trying all those different ways to spend money online directly and then I end up in the hospital for 16 days and you can’t really spend money there even if you are healthy enough to do so.
As a result, I am only cracking into last month’s cheque now, and I will be getting another one a week from next Wednesday.
Dunno what to do with the money, to be honest. I suppose I could start saving up for a new PC that can play the latest hotness, but right now I am quite content to play games on my tablet instead.
It’s a very different world from the world of PC gaming and I find that refreshing. Plus I am as perfectly happy doing crosswords and hidden object type quests and match-3 and other forms of “grandma gaming” as I would be slaying orcs and looting treasures and so on in a PC game.
It’s not the same but it’s just as good.
And unlike PC gaming, my brand new tablet is ALWAYS good enough to play whatever I find on the Android app store!
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have baby dragons to feed.
More after the break.
My time in Indjah
“Indjah” as in the way an Edwardian upper class twit pronounces “India”.
Decided to order in some Indian food tonight. My usual fare : Lamb Rogan Josh from Tandoori King Cafe plus some veggie samosas and some steamed rice.
Lovely stuff, Rogan Josh…. despite sounding like it’s how someone named Josh Rogan is listed in the phone book.
It’s a creamy curry, which is something I had no idea I wanted till I tried it. But the creaminess makes such a marvelous background for the (mild) spiciness of the curry that I fell in love with it instantly.
I ordered this delightful cuisine despite knowing that I would have to make a voyage to the door and back to fetch it myself.
Joe and Julian are hanging with Joe’s family as is their habit on Saturday nights and soI am all alone in Fanhattan right now.
It wasn’t too bad of a trip. I even had enough pep left to go get myself two very necessary things – my Decaf Diet Coke and a big spoon – AFTER I had got back to Mister Computer and could have just said “fuck it” and done without.
Admittedly, eating my curry without a spoon would have been.,…. unpleasant.
Right now I am puzzling over how to serve the curry to myself without making a huge mess. In the Days Before, I would have divided it in half in the kitchen then carried my apportioned portion on a plate to the computer.
But that would be pretty darn tricky to do while using the walker.
So now I am seriously considering skipping the curry and just eating the samosas plus some leftover trail mix plus peanuts I got kicking around.
That doesn’t really solve the problem, though, just kicks it further down the road. Sooner or later I am going to want to eat that curry and that means that I need to figure out how to make that work in my particular circumstances.
I’m thinking Tupperware. If I can find the appropriately sized sealable containers, I can split up the portions and stick one half in the fridge while I very carefully transport the other half in the sidebags of my trusty walker.
Yeah. That should do the trick.
It’s either that or try to eat the whole thing in one sitting!
No way that would end well.
Otherwise, today has been soothingly dull except for the banking. And it wasn’t too bad. The line was not very long and I had no problem with my legs while making my transaction with both my walker and the counter to lean on.
I am getting over feeling self-conscious about using the walker in public.
Who cares if it makes me loud and attention getting? So what if people wonder why a seemingly healthy middle aged fat dude needs a walker?
Fuck’m. I got shit to do.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.