My life amuses me
My dad fixed Xavier, yay! Turns out the the copy of Norton I've been running (Vintage 2002) has decided to retire by slowing down my entire system. By disabling it, my system magically works, yay!
This of course means that I have no virus protection while browsing, so I'm working to fix it. Before anyone says anything, I know I can get a free trial of Macaffee, but I despise Macaffee, so I'm installing AVG.
Onward to the comedy!
As many of you know, my lungs decided to go on strike and I've been holed up in the house in a steroid-laced antibiotic haze since Tuesday. Today was the first day I felt human enough to leave the house. I was going to take a quick jaunt to Whole Foods to pick up some things for the SCA Yule event tomorrow, so not a lot of effort.
Wait for it . . .
As I was reaching in my pocket for a pen to write a list, I cut my finger on my pocket-knife which had somehow come open. Now I've cut myself before, no big deal, but sadly, this time it was a big deal, as in lots of blood big deal. I cut my thumb so deep I could see inside of it. Lea's in the living room, and she asked me if I need to go to Patient First. She gets dressed while I hem and haw, so she comes downstairs, looks at me deadpan, and goes "Are we going to Patient First or what?". Of course I thought this was hilarious, but you probably had to be there.
We go to Patient First, I walk up with my blood-stained paper towel and sign in with Lea's help. The receptionist doesn't bat an eyelash b/c she's on the phone, so I go sit down. After about ten minutes, I walk to the second receptionist and go "I'm bleeding, can I get some help here?" Apparently this is what you need to say when you want to get seen immediately. They bustle me back there and I get poked and prodded, giggling from time to time because the whole situation is ridiculous.
I found the situation to be the funniest thing ever, so I'm quite certain the Patient First people thought I was on something. Given how sick I've been, cutting my finger open really was funny. Aside from the humor, watching the doc stitch my finger was really cool and not just because I couldn't feel it.
I know have a large, white, cartoonish bandage over my right thumb. Poor Lea has been subjected to my terrible permanent hitchhiker and Roman emperor jokes b/c I can't move it.
The lidocaine is just wearing off, and my thumb is starting to hurt, so I'm off now, I'm just sorry that none of you will find this nearly as funny as I do.
This of course means that I have no virus protection while browsing, so I'm working to fix it. Before anyone says anything, I know I can get a free trial of Macaffee, but I despise Macaffee, so I'm installing AVG.
Onward to the comedy!
As many of you know, my lungs decided to go on strike and I've been holed up in the house in a steroid-laced antibiotic haze since Tuesday. Today was the first day I felt human enough to leave the house. I was going to take a quick jaunt to Whole Foods to pick up some things for the SCA Yule event tomorrow, so not a lot of effort.
Wait for it . . .
As I was reaching in my pocket for a pen to write a list, I cut my finger on my pocket-knife which had somehow come open. Now I've cut myself before, no big deal, but sadly, this time it was a big deal, as in lots of blood big deal. I cut my thumb so deep I could see inside of it. Lea's in the living room, and she asked me if I need to go to Patient First. She gets dressed while I hem and haw, so she comes downstairs, looks at me deadpan, and goes "Are we going to Patient First or what?". Of course I thought this was hilarious, but you probably had to be there.
We go to Patient First, I walk up with my blood-stained paper towel and sign in with Lea's help. The receptionist doesn't bat an eyelash b/c she's on the phone, so I go sit down. After about ten minutes, I walk to the second receptionist and go "I'm bleeding, can I get some help here?" Apparently this is what you need to say when you want to get seen immediately. They bustle me back there and I get poked and prodded, giggling from time to time because the whole situation is ridiculous.
I found the situation to be the funniest thing ever, so I'm quite certain the Patient First people thought I was on something. Given how sick I've been, cutting my finger open really was funny. Aside from the humor, watching the doc stitch my finger was really cool and not just because I couldn't feel it.
I know have a large, white, cartoonish bandage over my right thumb. Poor Lea has been subjected to my terrible permanent hitchhiker and Roman emperor jokes b/c I can't move it.
The lidocaine is just wearing off, and my thumb is starting to hurt, so I'm off now, I'm just sorry that none of you will find this nearly as funny as I do.