Today’s mostly been about recovering from yesterday.
As you recall, I had a very busy schedule yesterday.
First, I had the usual Wound Care at 9:30 AM. That went mine. My nurse was a little timid and shy, which was adorable. My bandages were in terrible shape from having been on there a whole week.
Remember, I didn’t make it to last Tuesday’s Wound Care session because I was so totally wiped out from last Monday night’s MRI.
As a consequence, the one on my right foot was in tatters and the one on my left (grossness warning) was so full of discharge that I think I was technically floating.
Ew. Anyhow, after that, it was back home for around an hour. It’s an awkward amount of time to fil especially because it means going from car to apartment and back for my poor fragile leg and arm muscles.
One of these times, I will bring my tablet and stay in the car. I am sure I can fill an hour by doing one of my jigsaw puzzles.
They’re very relaxing.
God damn, am I old. Next I will begin to crochet.
And I barely even know what that means!
The visit to Doctor Chao went fine. I am kicking myself a little for forgetting to mention my back pain to him. I only got as far as telling him about having more pain and fatigue lately when we both go swept up in my urinalysis results that everything else got forgot.
Oh wait, that’s wrong. That should have been “forgotted:>
Honestly, my back pain issues are a lot more important then some minor pee ailment. I get these intense stabbing pains in my lower back sometimes that scare the poop our of me, and I should probably get that shit looked at.
The kind of pains that make my back spasm and my spine to instantly straighten like the cane of a too-hastily opened umbrella.
Anyhow, after a prescription for an antibiotic for my pee fungus, we came on home for the big wait until 10:30 pm or so when we would head to Vancouver for my second MRI series of this week.
During that wait time, I would both go to the door to retrieve my groceries, and then, three hours later, go to the door to get my shawarma.
Getting my shawarma went fine, but the grocery trap was a nightmare. In no way should I be carrying anything that heavy at al, let alone all the way to the other end of the apartment to my room.
What happened to my perfectly sensible plan to only move the groceries inside the apartment, leaving them right there by the door?
That would have been way easier. But as patient readers know, I am a crazy person who does crazy things for no good reason, so instead I picked up two big bags of groceries and headed for my bedroom.
I felt like I was dying before I had even made it half way.
But I survived, and eventually it came time for the MRI. And I felt very agitated due to my busy day beforehand and the stress and pain I had already been through.
I was seriously considering hitting the panic button so I could GTFO.
While waiting, I took 2 Ativan 1 mg pills, melted under the tongue .As usual, that took like ten minutes when it’s only supposed to take 20 seconds.
Everything about me is weird.
But onc things got going, I was fine. I just mellowed out and went into my “internalized but awake” mode and dozed my way through the whole thing.
And it was a LOT, because there were three scans : one for each arm (30 mins each), and then a pelvis to ankle scan (45 minutes), so I was in there for 105 minutes, or an hour and 45 minutes.
Still, whatever. Thanks to Ativan keeping my panic suppressed, it was no biggie.
More after the break.
Another fucking adventure
Wanted to order in tonight, but my card is tapped out. so he had to be Pizza Hut.
Fine. I order, it arrives, and I make my painful way to the door to pay for and retrieve it. To do so, I brought a fifty.
Fucker at the door says, “Oh sorry, I didn’t bring any change. ”
He knew I’d be paying in cash and he brought no change?”
“All I have if a 20. ”
My bill came to $30.16. So in order to avoid stiffing him by sixteen centers, I have to go all the way back to my bedroom to retrieve a five then come all the way back to the front door to pay him.
THIS IS NOT A GOOD THING FOR ME TO HAVE TO DO.
By the time I get back to the door, I am dying from the pain and the exhaustion. I manage to pay him and he leaves, I turn around to start plotting how I am going to get it all back to my room, trip, and fall down onto my knees.
My muscles had gone on strike and were refusing to hold me up.
So now I was on the ground cry-laughing from the pain and absurdity of it all.
I honestly think the dude’s scam was to make it so inconvenient to pay him properly that I would just hand him the fifty and say “keep it!”, thus getting him a nearly $20 tip.
Well fuck you, asshole. Clearly you didn’t count on me being willing to risk my life to go get that $5 to pay you properly.
And the fact that you would try to pull this scam on a very clearly disabled person speaks very poorly as to your character.
You unmarked sack of discount shit.
So that was my Saturday Night adventure I am hoping Julian (hi Julian!) starts working earlier Joe-attending shifts so this kind of thing doesn’t happen.
And I guess it’s a bit of an ego bruise to the part of me that thinks I can do all these things for myself if I really have to.
I don’t like the idea of what I do being limited in what I can do based on whoever happens to be around at the time.
And poor Julia is looking after two sick people, me and Joe, so I don’t want to make his life any more stressful than it already is.
Maybe I need to start getting my pizza via Amazon.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.