Going Out, Real Food, Biohazards, Loppy's Vet Bill, and
Well, I'm back to whining again. ;) Not much else to do here on the couch... Tomorrow I'm Going Out. I don't care where, or if I'm bleeding, or if my nose actually falls off my face...I'll get a cup of ice until I can seek medical care... I'm Going Out. I have decided to get groceries...not because I actually need any groceries, but just because I like walking down the aisles and filling my cart with random food choices that I'll probably never actually eat. There is probably a word for this particular compulsion, but I have not yet come across it. ;)
I'm also going to look into learning how to make Real Food. I.E. food that is not frozen, microwaved, and then, ahem, "enjoyed" (yeah, right) on the couch in front of House, or in front of my computer as I read, or in front of a textbook as I attempt to study. I want to make real food, with real ingredients, and actual vegetables in it. I know, shock and amazement is in the air... ;) I figure if I learn to make a couple of casseroles with chicken and broccoli, possibly even stew, then I can make it for the week on my day off, and then I can freeze it until 11pm when I get off from work. Yes. That is my plan. You can only eat so much "Lean Cuisine" fake ravioli before you begin to wonder when the scurvy will set in. ;) I can bake, I've gotten good at that...I'm actually getting requests now, and so I'm going to learn to cook next. Yes. Real Food with actual Taste that doesn't have ingredients I can't pronounce or even hope to find in the real, non-lab environs. I'm twenty-six, and by-golly I'm sick of eating like a bachelor. My brother doesn't seem at all perturbed to live off of peanut butter and canned soup...but I've had enough. And I just like to cook... ;)
Oh, and I never realized how much I'd miss being able to walk as well. Although, despite missing my 3-5 mile "I'm too stressed out to live so I'm going to walk until I can't feel my knees anymore" walking excursions, I have lost five pounds since last friday. Apparently the Vicodin and Broken Nose Diet is good for something...though I do miss being able to smell. Seriously. Wow I miss it. Ever since they pulled the splints out, the only things I can currently get a whiff of are gauze, blood, saline solution, and some other medicinal-type scent I can't actually identify, but I'm pretty sure is coming from the tape. Adhesive, possibly? If I wanted to smell like a walking pharmacy, I'd have gone to work at the hospital. Heck, even then I'd still get the occasional bout of alcohol or that universal "hospital detergent" they wash everything in. Yeah...I miss smells... I get my head re-sucked on Friday (oh yes...sooo looking forward to *that* at 9:30 in the morning...wonder if he's actually going to *hit brain* this time...Must remember to take a pill before leaving the house...and bringing extra gauze so I don't start bleeding on people in the elevator again. They did not seem to be appreciative of my bio-hazard...Can't say I would have either...
I owe the vet almost four-hundred dollars....OUCH OUCH...why Baby? My sweet girl...she's worth it, she's always been worth it...but, OUCH...I've thought about taking out insurance on her, since she is the Boo Boo Horse, but at this point I think it's still cheaper for me to save my money in annual fees and just pay for stuff like this myself in the long run. I had no idea an "after-hours" call (because of course, horses never get sick when it's convenient...;), an NG tube, rectal exam, and a CBC...was going to total almost four-hundred bucks. I'm going to call and request a bill to be sent to me, even though I already paid them, but I want to see just how much they charged and for what. And then I'm switching over to Dr. Hamilton. She's (Loppy) the other part of my Going Out tomorrow, I want to see and check up on her myself, just to be sure that she's alright. I know that Kathy is watching out for her, and Abby is always wonderful about checking on her, but still...it's that "waiting room theory" the one that says that as long as you're close by, nothing too terrible can happen to them, because through some magical power you apparently possess, you can protect them from colic or impactions or viruses, bacteria, cuts, punctures, infections, etc. etc. It's silly, but you just can't ever quite stop believing in the superstition. ;) Besides, I miss everybody, and I want real human contact with people who are NOT related to me. ;)
I suppose that's enough whining for now...Good gosh I'm bored out of my ever-lovin' mind...
I guess I could start a grocery list? Maybe figure out how I'm going to pay off my Chase-Bill/Vet Bill...I suppose it's a good thing I finally got a credit card. I've never had a carry-over balance before, I've always paid it in full at the end of the month, I'll have to figure out the interest and all that as well. I shouldn't be this bored, I've got plenty of math to occupy my time... ;) Where's that government refund check when you need it? ;)
Oooh, I need to move upstairs to post Loppy pictures. I've got to do that at my regular computer. It might be fun to post "Rowdy's Trip to the Wal-Mart" and "Rowdy Goes Driving At High Haven" as well. Hmmm. ;)
I wonder if CSI or Law and Order is coming on again anytime soon...
I'm also going to look into learning how to make Real Food. I.E. food that is not frozen, microwaved, and then, ahem, "enjoyed" (yeah, right) on the couch in front of House, or in front of my computer as I read, or in front of a textbook as I attempt to study. I want to make real food, with real ingredients, and actual vegetables in it. I know, shock and amazement is in the air... ;) I figure if I learn to make a couple of casseroles with chicken and broccoli, possibly even stew, then I can make it for the week on my day off, and then I can freeze it until 11pm when I get off from work. Yes. That is my plan. You can only eat so much "Lean Cuisine" fake ravioli before you begin to wonder when the scurvy will set in. ;) I can bake, I've gotten good at that...I'm actually getting requests now, and so I'm going to learn to cook next. Yes. Real Food with actual Taste that doesn't have ingredients I can't pronounce or even hope to find in the real, non-lab environs. I'm twenty-six, and by-golly I'm sick of eating like a bachelor. My brother doesn't seem at all perturbed to live off of peanut butter and canned soup...but I've had enough. And I just like to cook... ;)
Oh, and I never realized how much I'd miss being able to walk as well. Although, despite missing my 3-5 mile "I'm too stressed out to live so I'm going to walk until I can't feel my knees anymore" walking excursions, I have lost five pounds since last friday. Apparently the Vicodin and Broken Nose Diet is good for something...though I do miss being able to smell. Seriously. Wow I miss it. Ever since they pulled the splints out, the only things I can currently get a whiff of are gauze, blood, saline solution, and some other medicinal-type scent I can't actually identify, but I'm pretty sure is coming from the tape. Adhesive, possibly? If I wanted to smell like a walking pharmacy, I'd have gone to work at the hospital. Heck, even then I'd still get the occasional bout of alcohol or that universal "hospital detergent" they wash everything in. Yeah...I miss smells... I get my head re-sucked on Friday (oh yes...sooo looking forward to *that* at 9:30 in the morning...wonder if he's actually going to *hit brain* this time...Must remember to take a pill before leaving the house...and bringing extra gauze so I don't start bleeding on people in the elevator again. They did not seem to be appreciative of my bio-hazard...Can't say I would have either...
I owe the vet almost four-hundred dollars....OUCH OUCH...why Baby? My sweet girl...she's worth it, she's always been worth it...but, OUCH...I've thought about taking out insurance on her, since she is the Boo Boo Horse, but at this point I think it's still cheaper for me to save my money in annual fees and just pay for stuff like this myself in the long run. I had no idea an "after-hours" call (because of course, horses never get sick when it's convenient...;), an NG tube, rectal exam, and a CBC...was going to total almost four-hundred bucks. I'm going to call and request a bill to be sent to me, even though I already paid them, but I want to see just how much they charged and for what. And then I'm switching over to Dr. Hamilton. She's (Loppy) the other part of my Going Out tomorrow, I want to see and check up on her myself, just to be sure that she's alright. I know that Kathy is watching out for her, and Abby is always wonderful about checking on her, but still...it's that "waiting room theory" the one that says that as long as you're close by, nothing too terrible can happen to them, because through some magical power you apparently possess, you can protect them from colic or impactions or viruses, bacteria, cuts, punctures, infections, etc. etc. It's silly, but you just can't ever quite stop believing in the superstition. ;) Besides, I miss everybody, and I want real human contact with people who are NOT related to me. ;)
I suppose that's enough whining for now...Good gosh I'm bored out of my ever-lovin' mind...
I guess I could start a grocery list? Maybe figure out how I'm going to pay off my Chase-Bill/Vet Bill...I suppose it's a good thing I finally got a credit card. I've never had a carry-over balance before, I've always paid it in full at the end of the month, I'll have to figure out the interest and all that as well. I shouldn't be this bored, I've got plenty of math to occupy my time... ;) Where's that government refund check when you need it? ;)
Oooh, I need to move upstairs to post Loppy pictures. I've got to do that at my regular computer. It might be fun to post "Rowdy's Trip to the Wal-Mart" and "Rowdy Goes Driving At High Haven" as well. Hmmm. ;)
I wonder if CSI or Law and Order is coming on again anytime soon...