That could be the name of this entire blog, to be honest.
Anyhow, today has been quite a busy day by my reclusive standards.
I am an urban hermit, after all.
First was Wound Care, which went smoothly. In addition to the usual dressing changes, I had my seemingly monthly time with Vivian, the wound care clinician, so she could once again grind down the callouses on one of my feet.
The right one this time, for those keeping score at home.
Something I’ve picked up on is that Vivian and her other wound care specialists definitely seem to outrank regular nurses. The moment Vivian shows up, the regular nurse is immediately deferential and happy to act as her assistant.
And Vivian in particular seems to command respect. With the other wound care experts, the vibe is that the regular nurse is working with them to tackle those pesky callouses.
But when Vivian shows up it’s immediately a “master and assistant” scene.
Well she IS a senior nurse. I won’t try to guess her age but her whole aura is one of easy and cheerful authority.
Anyhow, where was I?
If I had a nickel for every time I’ve said that…
Next was the bank for my monthly transaction. Used to be cashing a check, now it’s withdrawing the cash after direct deposit.
I am still looking for some way to bypass this bullshit and spend my money via VISA and have it come right out of my bank account.
Instead I have to buy these Joker loadable credit cards every month just to be able to spend my money online, How god damned primitive!
And I still have to go to the bank once a month! And take out physical cash and hand it to Julian for the rent and to buy me the aforementioned credit card.
Surely there is a better way to do this by now.
Anyhow, the trip to the bank went super smoothly. There was an unoccupied teller when I came in so I just got her to go over to the one booth where you can sit down while you bank and did my banking there.
Then, it was home for a bit. until time for my shower at Rosewood Manor came around.
And that’s when disaster struck! Oh no!
See, I was doing my grocery shopping, like I do every Friday, and was going through the fussy but enjoyable process of establishing acceptable substitutes for the items on my shopping list when I realized I had not picked a time for delivery yet.
So I clicked the leftward pointing arrow button to go back to the main ordering page so I could choose the time.
But instead it just submitted my order! Outrage number one.
That is NOT what I told it to do, god damn it!
So then I tried to change my order. Nope! Orders cannot be changed once submitted.
Outrage number two!
So then I tried to cancel my order and was told that if I canceled my order, I would not get a refund. Can you fucking believe it?
Outrage number three and it’s a whopper!
So my only choices were to get the groceries at a very inconvenient time for me, or NOT get the groceries but end up paying for them anyhow.
That can’t possibly be legal.
Now I had groceries coming at 2:15 pm when I had to be at Rosewood Manor for my weekly shower at 2:30 pm!
I do not need this kind of stress.
Luckily, as it happened, Joe was at the apartment awaiting Julian driving him to the dentist, so he agreed to take the order.
But seriously. What do you mean you won’t give me a refund? Look, DoorDash, either you give me the groceries or you give me my money back.
Anything else would be flat out theft and/or fraud.
I guess this is to keep people from ordering a bunch of food and then changing their minds and canceling their orders when the food has already been made, but when you are talking groceries it makes no god damned sense.
Oh well, Now I know to change the time FIRST, before I even do the substitutions.
More after the break.
So how else are you?
I am doing OK.
My IBS seems to be rising from its long slumber. I suspect that’s because I stopped taking antihistamines and so my allergies are once more making all the tissues of my body a little inflamed again.
So far, it’s not bad at all. It just means that after I eat, there might be a period of discomfort as my meal makes it pas a particularly sensitive spot in my colon.
Overall, my mood is better lately, although I had a sudden slump into depression earlier today. I was just sitting here playing whatever and it was like someone pulled the plug on the jukebox of my mood and it went, “rrrrrr….” all slow and stopped.
Well, this is to be expected. I have destabilized my mood in order to enable healing and growth and that means my inner world just got a lot less predictable, but also one heck of a lot more alive.
And I would rather be alive and unstable than predictably moribund any day.
And it was kind of nice having a busy day. Like I keep having to remind myself, I am at my happiest when I am busy. This blinkered and half-asleep existence of mine where I limit myself to only video games and YouTube and blogging is the pits and the more I wake up inside, the more inadequate it will seem.
And if I keep going with waking myself up – and I will – eventually that in and of itself will make me actually want to get out there and find new cool stuff to do.
There’s a world full of life and opportunity out there waiting for my rebirth.
I’m working on it. Trust me.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.