Did the Wound Care thing this morning.
Nothing of note occurred. The major wound on my right leg is looking a little better than before, so some kind of progress is being made.
Would go faster if I could improve the circulation in my legs but I haven’t figured out a way to sit at this here compubox of mine with my feet elevated and when it comes to heart condition like mine, compression stockings are strongly contraindicated.
Oh wow, after drinking Diet Pepsi for a week, Diet Coke tastes all grown up and sophisticated by comparison.
Like smoking a fine Havana cigar after a week of bubblegum vape.
Or so I would assume,
Back to Wound Care. One other thing of note is that the nurse reminded me that I should be looking into getting orthopedic shoes.
Preciously I had more or less given up on the idea of comfortable footwear. No matter what kind of sneaker or insole I try, my elephantine gait flattens them within seconds, so I figured that I was simply destined to never walk without pain.
Like a Dickensian waif.
But I’ve had people suggest orthopedic footwear upon seeing my very horizontal shoes before and I figure it’s worth a shot.
I mean, I can’t be the only flatfooted fat dude in dire need of arch support out there. Somewhere there are people as big as me who can walk like a human, with comfort and dignity and pride.
So I will look into it. The province might even pay for them, which would be nice, as I imagine custom orthopedics are quite expensive.
Then again, given their stance on podiatry, they might consider walking a luxury.
Whatever it costs, if it works, I will pay for it. To be able to walk without pain would make a huge difference in my life. I would be way more likely to do what the world says is the best form of exercise for both obesity and depression and go for walks.
Assuming my heart can take it, naturally.
Speaking of which, haven’t heard back from Doctor Bui after my wonderfully snarky voicemail last week.
I am not surprised. They have obviously decided it’s easiest to just ignore me and not have to deal with how they have fucked up so far.
How very wrong they are. If I don’t hear from them by the end of the week, I will be registering a complaint with the College of Physicians and Surgeons.
I might do them the courtesy of leaving another voicemail first. One that makes it very clear what the stakes are if they continue to leave me to die.
That would satisfy my sense of honor. I would have given them a chance.
Plus, to be honest, recording that voicemail would be fun. I have rarely had the chance to really bring the hammer down on those who deserve it in my life.
Might as well make the most of it.
More after the break.
Some good news
My blood sugar seems to have righted itself once again and I am currently rocking a solid 10 mmol/L, which is my personal dividing line between healthy and not so much.
It’s purely a rule of thumb. Just needed an indicator. So I made one up based on what I remember from diabetes class, seeing as I completely failed to Google up the answer to what it freaking should be.
God, I hate doing research. I am way better at asking than answering.
Anyhow, I am back in the normal range, yay!
Meanwhile, in my real life
In other words, video games.
I think I am finally getting burned out on Fallout 76.
If so, it’s had a damned good run. I’ve played the dang thing for 8-10 hours a day for six weeks now and that’s a lot of quality game-time by anybody’s standards.
And all for 18 bucks! Not frigging bad.
I have not entirely given up on it yet. I’m checking out the mod scene to see if there is anything interesting to spice things up, and I am still pondering starting an entirely new character from scratch.
I just have to overcome my completion compulsion first.
See, I still haven’t found an ally to revive, and that’s the last thing on my current character’s quest list. Once I do that, I can move on.
But it’s so haaaaarrrrrrd.
People never seem to get killed while I am watching them. Even pretty low level characters seem to be endowed with immortality and indestructability when I am there.
Meanwhile, I died like a hundred times in the course of doing today’s Daily Op.
I um… went in vastly underequipped. No power armor. melee weapons, only ranger weapon was my trust .50 caliber machine gun, which is by far my most powerful weapon but not exactly suited for stealth kills. Ooops.
Mental note : prep thorough for Daily Ops in the future.
They are quite intense.
I have also been checking out this new game platform type thing from EA called Core.
It’s basically a 3D world that acts as a gateway to various games all based on the same physics engine, the Unreal engine.
Man, I barely even remember Unreal.
I’ve tried several games and so far the most fun is this weird little game where you blow up balloons then sell those for money you then use to make your balloons bigger and each breath pump up your balloons more and then you buy pets who help you blow up your balloons and the whole thing is about as unglamorous as gaming gets but I have to admit it’s also pretty fun.
I wouldn’t want anyone cool to see me playing it, though.
So Core is basically a heck of a lot like Second Life if Second Life had been well designed from the start.
Oh, and without all of Second Life’s fucking, sadly.
Got to make everything safe for the kiddies.
As if their tiny heads would explode like in Scanners if they saw people fuck.
Remember folks, the Sexual Revolution ain’t over.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.