That’s the good news.
The bad news is that I was very ill yesterday and I am by no means out of the proverbial woods today, either.
It was bad enough before and during Blogging Period Part 1 (of 1). Like I said, I hs the usual headache, nausea, and dizziness.
But after that it got much, much worse. I became very weak – as in, can’t get out of bed weak. I had that deathly feeling I get when my body is fighting some particularly nasty bug and is having to throw everything it has at it. I had aches and pains all through my body. And my nausea got so much worse than eating became absolutely impossible.
Which is a real prick of a double whammy, because it deprives you of nutrients just when you need them the most.
As a result, I did not have lunch, supper, OR my midnight snack. That’s three meals in a row missed and I shouldn’t even be missing one.
Luckily I seem to be on the mend today. Getting lots of hydration helped. I can only assume I had a fever, not being in possession of a thermometer, but I felt quite warm. And that, of course, leads to sweating and sweating leads to dehydration.
So yesterday was a day of lots of drinking and peeing.
The peeing is somewhat problematic because right now my toilet does not flush. When the realtor was here re : the flood, he saw that the toilet was in rough shape and said he’d send a plumber.
The next day, this twit shows up, barely seems to speak English, and stayed long enough for us to painfully get the concept “the toilet is the problem” across to him, then shut off the water to the toilet and fucked off, saying he would be back tomorrow.
Nope. Nor the day after. Today, he at least had the courtesy to call and tell us he wouldn’t be making it today either because he’s “busy”.
Supposedly he will be here tomorrow. I have my doubts.
See, I have this incredibly cynical theory that landlords hire people as “handymen” whose entire REAL job is to show up at tenant’s apartments and act like they are about to do something but not today.
That way, the tenant shuts up for a while. And if the landlord is lucky, this “handyman” gives people the runaround for long enough that the tenants either learn to live with the problem or pay for the repairs themselves.
So if he does show up tomorrow, my guess is that he will suddenly realize he doesn’t have the tool or part he needs and then disappear again.
Oh well, at least loyal reader Spuug was able to put my new graphics card in. Woohoo!
And WOW does No Man’s Sky look better. Suddenly the landscapes are far more lushly detailed. It’s quite dramatic and I love it.
Next stop, Elden Ring. Everybody and their dog’s best friend loves the game and I want in. And now I have a computer that can actually play it.
Being the latest hotness, it ain’t cheap. $80. But I have $60 in my Steam Wallet so in a sense it will only be $20 for me.
At least, that’s what I am telling myself.
Overall, it’s been a heck of a week. So to compensate both emotionally (for the sadness) and physically (for the three skipped meals (!)), I am going to order myself some kind of honking huge meal tonight.
I am thinking lasagna from Pizza Hut.
More after the break.
Don’t tell Garfield!
I forgot, Pizza Hut doesn’t do lasagna any more. Hasn’t in a long time.
Which makes me a little sad. I miss actual Italian restaurants.
I ended up getting my usual Meaty Marinara pasta instead. It’s meaty and hearty and has cheese baked on top. So it’s kinda like lasagna.
Point is, I wanted a substantial meal and this fits the bill. If I am still hungry after this, I am going to have to get myself tested for tapeworm.
Obviously, I feel a lot better now. I am not quite back to normal but I feel reasonably okay. Still feel a little weak and a little tired but the worst seems to be over.
Dunno WTF that WAS, naturally. That’s just how it goes chez moi. Mysterious illnesses that last around 24 hours then disappear.
And they all have similar enough symptoms that it makes me wonder if there’s just the one infection that my immune system can subdue, given time, but not eliminate.
Anything is possible in the world of the immuno-compromised.
Played some more No Man’s Sky. Things are getting all Arthur C. Clarke mystical. Giant AIs of incomprehensible power and intelligence. Ancient and mysterious technologies. Stepping into the unknown as an act of faith.
Ya know. That kind of thing.
And I don’t hate that kind of thing but I’m not fond. Ever since I read the second Rendezvous with Rama book and had the sudden realization that a) this was mystic mumbo jumbo dressed up as science fiction, and b) because the aliens were incomprehensible we were never going to actually learn anything about them, I have been wary of that area of science fiction.
That Rama book really pissed me off. I felt like Clarke had led me to think we were building up to some kind of massive revelation, but he was just stringing me along.
I want mega powerful hyper intelligent aliens that follow some understandable set of rules, even if said rules are not revealed to the reader.
Otherwise it tends to fall into a pit of false transcendence where there’s a lot of stuff that seems deep but there’s no real substance to them.
Hence why so many alien races seem awfully fond of the Platonic solids. Pyramids, cubes, spheres, and so on.
That massive hummiung dodecahedron might seem impressive, but come on.
It’s just a d20!
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.