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I am not feeling too communicative, but I’m still alive.

Threw up all my pills yesterday morning so had to take them again; didn’t feel like a human being again until sunset and was super wobbly. No vomiting since. I think All The Pill Taking has abraded my stomach valve, so I’ll be taking fewer of them at once.

I am working on a specifically feminist song. I am enjoying it. There are no lyrics except one line which comes at the end of every verse.

I can’t think of anything else to say.

I have received a seasonal invitation

From Jerome. Steady readers will be aware I stood in front of the household god in Victoria and told my mOm I had adopted him as a little brother. What a sap I am!! I’ve barely seen him since we stopped working together. However we will have an opportunity to catch up on the 28th, when he will show off his new home. It will be an all ages event. I haven’t seen their boys in a couple of years, I imagine they are enormous now.

Got my bloodwork done but forgot my paperwork for the Bum Efficiency Inspection (FIT) so that will be today.

The Purdy’s chocolate arrived. Jeff and I are rolling around going ‘OOG’ and I think I’ll extract some for gifties so we don’t end up killing ourselves like Kid Shelleen.

I think m&d should start watching The Adventures of Brisco County Jr. It is such a good hearted show, and has many laughs, and a winning performance by Bruce Campbell.

 

roundup of non-news

Jim’s death has been publicly announced.

I have errands I simply must run today and no desire to leave the house.

Ordered Chinese food, not too much. It was quite tasty and I’m looking forward to having it for breakfast.

Brittney Griner has been freed from Russian imprisonment in an unknown location via prisoner swap for Viktor Bout, an arms dealer of very poor reputation.  Nothing about this prisoner swap is normal and candidly if someone told me that Russia would get such a high value prisoner (who will probably resume his killing ways) back I’d not have believed it. Terrell Jermaine Starr says this:

The lesson we need to take from Brittney Griner’s imprisonment and release is that the WNBA’s low pay puts their players at risk of being used for political gain by rogue states. Poor WNBA pay created a national security issue that didn’t need to be.

Watched a couple of football games yesterday. There were some really hard hits and even with the new concussion protocols I fear for the beans of the players.

No writing, not even a smidge. I feel upended and emptied and brain broken.

And yet I guess I had a good year on Reddit:

Graphic of a reddit snoo showing "You're in the top 1% of karma earners this year.

This just means I spent a lot of time on reddit, trying to be helpful, mostly to people younger than me.

Here’s my avatar but you can’t have my user name on reddit because it’s the one place on the internet I’m a real fucking asshole sometimes. (I got kicked off AITA for exactly that reason.)

 

a meal, a ride for a friend

We’re still sorting out the dishwasher, but the free movement of water issue seems to be cracked, thank you Jeff.

Around 11 am I baked two chicken breasts, pulled out some salad, steamed some carrot medallions and nuked up a potato. It was a very nice brunch to lunch.

I called Paul to condole with him on Jim, and he asked for a ride home from his volunteer job at the charity second hand store because it was a bit too slippery out there for him, and getting dark. I was glad I had the opportunity.

On the way home I had just enough energy to get two 5 inch pies from The Pie Hole – an apple and a butter pecan that was SPECTACULARLY GOOD. Jeff and I have been feeling poopy so that cheered us up.  I am definitely feeling some of the more off colour effects of the new medication but I imagine I’ll adjust soon. I also ordered an enormous Purdy’s Christmas chocolate package for Jeff (and myself) to address the ‘not feeling all that great’. I mean, what can it hurt.

I am not really writing. I’ll be back to it soon enough.

Nita and Jim Christmas Day 2003

 

 

sad loss

I haven’t received official word, but it appears we’ve lost a family member.

Paul got to his appointment yesterday. It was dark when we got back and I realized it was the first time I had driven in the dark for years. Unpleasant; I managed to get lost in my own old neighbourhood for about two seconds (I turned right one turn too early, had to make a left turn onto 16th during rush hour. LOL no.)

It’s 3 am and I’m up so I’m making coffee.

Gosh I’m sad right now.

pOp is on the mend, word comes.

 

quite a bit of urine

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Slept most of the day yesterday, then slept all night.  I was advised that this could happen, so it’s probably just me getting used to the new diuretic. The first time I took it I advised my brother that I was now processing fluid from the twilight zone since I seemed to have peed more than my body weight in a single morning. Jeff pictured me as a slowly turning into a raisin on the john, and I pictured myself falling into the toilet after accidentally flushing myself, so that was pretty funny.

I was supposed to get bloodwork done this past week. Today I take Paul to his doctor – appointment is this afternoon. I got the car so I get to do this; and I want to.

I feel pretty good this morning. pOp is continuing to recover well. I hope to hear more about Jim and Jan from Lois and Ruth this week and they will be meeting up with my folks on Wednesday so I’m looking forward to a full report on that as well.

We’re just cleaning up the last of the leftovers from Keith – a ground beef stew, a kidney bean chili and a tortellini stew. Much appreciated, I should tell him when next I see him.

Gotta pee, strangely enough, take my pills and then pee even harder.

Quick visits

I went to the pharmacy finally, start the diuretic this am. I shall pee with even more vigour than I do now, oh doodie.

I visited with Ruth and Lois at Caspell Junction. Both the kids were there. Ruth made a roasted yam and pomegranate seed green salad and I made myself tea and brought the chicken wings I prepared the other day (oven baked from scratch, thank GOD I bought kitchen shears, they make wing prep go MUCH faster). They got reheated along with leftover schnitzel from Balkan house in the air fryer so it was quite a lovely meal of fresh and toasty items.

Lovely (and brief, only two hours) visit, simply topped me up. Ryker is getting molars so he keeps being super busy and then grizzling; chasing after the indoor drone and grizzling, tripping over shit and grizzling. At the same time he was sweet and I got one mini cuddle with him.  Even people he live with swear he’s grown in the last week. He will be his father’s son and simply IMMENSE.

Dax was there and loaned me a DVD; he then left for home to do laundry. How long he and Caspell Junction will be two separate households is anybody’s guess but civility reigned for the occasion so I’m going to keep comments and speculations off line.

Ruth looks great and Lois has grown her hair out long so we’re all silver sisters together. They sat down with Paul previously and worked through many of the issues that have been keeping us up at night with the family and all, and them stepping up like this was matched by how amazingly compliant Paul was with them. Honestly I’d like to see anyone stand before their combined energy and blow them off. Good luck chuckles as John might say.

Keith got his ‘Christmas present’ – money. He intends to buy something entirely frivolous and computer related, which is fine by me. Katie already got her money.

Katie looked happier than I’ve seen her in ages.

THEN in a beautiful example of how nothing happens to me for weeks and then boom, Mike turned up with a new Larrivée spruce top ukelele (for himself I hasten to add) which cost an insane amount of money, but I laughed playing it, it is SO LOUD and the intonation is nothing short of spectacular. I played my ‘Fantasia on the Elementary Theme by Sean Callery’ and ‘the Vancouver song’ and ‘The Friend who bought me this ukelele’ and whatever else I’ve worked up on that instrument and he wants tablature for a couple of those so that will keep me busy; I’ve never used Finale to generate tabs so excellent chance to practice my skills.

We ordered White Spot for delivery (Mike paid, bless him), drank dealcoholized beers, watched some Rick and Morty and rewatched the first ep of Wednesday so Mike could get its measure. Then about 7 he went home. Work continues to be foul and hauling two shifts, one for here and one for training in the Philippines. He’s exhausted and has a permanent sleep deficit and insomnia and he’s just going to collapse if this keeps up but that’s capitalizm for ya.

And of course with that much social contact I was both exhausted and buzzing.

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pOp home

I have a two inch long scrape on my left calf. Doesn’t look like it’s going to do anything untoward but it hurts like a righteous mofo.

I’m awake early after finally being diurnal. That can of poopsie right at supper shifted me out of bed.

Cold in the house, too.

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Wordle in five.

Off to do my Lumosity games now since my sensorium is now telling me I’m up. I think I may have caught the ick from Alex.

argh meds

still no pick up meds why you be like this allegra

I’M TELL YOU PARKING LOT VERY BAD, VERY BAD FOR CRAZY PEOPLE

in both senses of the word, here,

anyway

but I sat Alex and quit bugging Paul about anything except what was in front of us and the day went fine and then I MAILED A LETTER TO Ontie Mary which I suspect she will find somewhat amusing. I got money out of the bank. I grabbed some food that Jeff doesn’t like and got the hell out of Westminster Square.

Then I slammed my leg in the car door getting out of the car (snow and ice were factors) and it still hurts and it’s an hour later (we watched the first ep of TV Willow, we loved it) and ow ow ow but I’m home safe and happy to be so

and the house is clean

day plus childcare

So Alex is sick at home, Suzanne is coming here today, I need to drive over there to cover because Katie’s at work and Keith’s got an appointment. Paul is probably not even awake yet.

This was the deal. I help. I had finally gotten together the gumption to clean my room (I can claim it, you don’t have to believe it) and THERE YA GO. I’ll be too whacked when I get home, especially since I’ll be combining it with Necessary Errands.

The roads suck and I’m not too clear on what kind of tires are on the Echo. WHEEEEEEEEE

WHEEEEEE

WHEE

 

whee