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Ah, we meet again. It's been a funky couple of days, but the sun is out and we're all still breathing so I'm taking it as a check in the win column.
So, when last we met I discovered that I was having an adverse reaction to the new inhaler, and we had a broken camera. Okey-dokey.
I stopped taking that inhaler, and the effects started to wear off after about 18 hours or so. My leg still gets cramps, but they're little ones and I'm sure they'll be over with fairly soon. It turns out that the med was affecting the potassium in my body at a cellular level; it was eating at the muscles of my legs and my heart. That near faint I had the other night? Dar said it was arrhythmia caused by this particular med. It's actually a pretty dangerous drug (as in causes DEATH) and not highly recommended at all except in cases where the patient can't get their asthma under control. Mine was starting to improve, but I thought there'd be no harm in trying this to maybe push things along. Uh, no. I'm sticking with ventilin from here on out.
On to the camera debacle. I found the receipt; I had misfiled it. I'm such a maroon sometimes, I swear. Dar and I take it back to Future Shop and run into one of the most officious, condescending petty bureaucrats it's ever been my misfortune to encounter. You know the type: implies strongly without an outright accusation that you're trying to rip off the store because you trashed the camera and besides the receipt clearly states that you had 14 days to return it and you're on 30, so fuck off you deadbeat con artists. Except when the very nice woman who was on the register pulled up the serial number, it clearly stated that this particular camera was eligible - in fact required - an exchange within 30 days if it was found to be defective. Take that, officious, condescending petty bureaucrat!
It turns out that the camera was refurbished. WTF?! It had a prior owner who obviously returned it because it wasn't working. When we bought it, the clerk told us it was an "open box" because the box had been beat up during shipping. Liar. We paid full price for it, too. So this time, they replace it with . . . another refurbished model. Which we took, although neither of us later could explain why we did. Probably because we were tired of dealing with OCPB there. Anyway, I get it home - and it's not even packaged. Everything is just sort of laying around the box in pieces, unwrapped, unpackaged. The kicker was when I discovered that it's missing the cable to connect it to the Mac. The previous owner was no doubt a PC owner, because there's a connector that he went out and purchased on his own. So, bottom line is that we'd have to purchase a cable for this thing. And again, we're not even sure it's going to work correctly or for any longer than a week or two. We decide to just screw it and take it back and get a refund or a store credit.
Except . . . before we head out to Future Shop, I drive down the road to Jeremy's place to pay him for plowing out the driveway last Friday. And get freaking stuck in the snow in a small ditch that runs along his driveway. Who puts a ditch by their driveway???! I've never been on the property when it hasn't been snow covered so I had no idea it's there, and besides, I've driven through there three other times without a problem. But this time my car just sliiiiiiides right in there. Poor Dar had to stand around outside while I tried to dig it out, because the ditch was on her side of the car. (She has no hat, little weenie gloves, and a piss-poor pair of boots.) So I shovel and shovel and shovel. And Dar tries to push the car which is freaking me out, so I make her stop. We use an old blanket under the wheel that's spinning the most and after a number of tries I finally manage to get it out of the ditch . . . and it fucking slides off the other side and into a snow bank! Shovel, shovel, shovel. Find out that there's a small ditch there, too, and now the other side of the car barely has any wheel touching the ground. Stick the blanket under that and . . . discover the front wheel is spinning on a patch of ice. Argghhhhhh! I scoop up some little handfuls of hay from the trunk and try to get traction, but no. Dar suggests using a car mat (great idea), and I'm trying to get that set when Jeremy's grandmother (I guess) pops out to say that she called a neighbor who'll be by in a few minutes to tow us out. And he did.
By the time we get home Dar's frozen, I'm exhausted and my asthma is starting to act up, so we decide to face the nonsense with Future Shop tomorrow. Because tomorrow is anothuh day. And besides, this day ain't fuckin' over yet.
In addition, we've had satellite problems all weekend. Or at least I've had. I couldn't get connected to the net without a lot of trying, and when I did the connection would drop and I'd get the "The satellite seems to be having problems" error message. Sigh. So I'm behind on reading and commenting.
This morning I went in to have a bunch of blood taken for a series of tests. Having had gastric bypass surgery, I'm supposed to have my blood checked at least yearly, probably twice a year. It's been over two years now, and I've developed that acquired anemia thing in the meantime. Hopefully the tests will head off anything else that I should be looking out for. (That sentence made no sense, I think.) The nurse was great, and after meeting defeat with the vein in my left arm (pretty standard for me), she got the right arm so cleanly that I wasn't even aware that the blood was drawing until I looked down and saw it. Nice!
She's the daughter of a farmer and she and her husband own two farms themselves. That's the neat thing about living here: there are farmers everywhere. Our banker has a farm; the woman who works at our favorite coffee place has a farm; two of the nurses I've met have farms. I think it's cool.
And now I think it's time for TV talk. Ooh, but first: tonight's Prison Break has alpacas! Check it out :) ( Rome, TAR, and BSG )
OK, time to put the 'pacas to bed for the night.
So, when last we met I discovered that I was having an adverse reaction to the new inhaler, and we had a broken camera. Okey-dokey.
I stopped taking that inhaler, and the effects started to wear off after about 18 hours or so. My leg still gets cramps, but they're little ones and I'm sure they'll be over with fairly soon. It turns out that the med was affecting the potassium in my body at a cellular level; it was eating at the muscles of my legs and my heart. That near faint I had the other night? Dar said it was arrhythmia caused by this particular med. It's actually a pretty dangerous drug (as in causes DEATH) and not highly recommended at all except in cases where the patient can't get their asthma under control. Mine was starting to improve, but I thought there'd be no harm in trying this to maybe push things along. Uh, no. I'm sticking with ventilin from here on out.
On to the camera debacle. I found the receipt; I had misfiled it. I'm such a maroon sometimes, I swear. Dar and I take it back to Future Shop and run into one of the most officious, condescending petty bureaucrats it's ever been my misfortune to encounter. You know the type: implies strongly without an outright accusation that you're trying to rip off the store because you trashed the camera and besides the receipt clearly states that you had 14 days to return it and you're on 30, so fuck off you deadbeat con artists. Except when the very nice woman who was on the register pulled up the serial number, it clearly stated that this particular camera was eligible - in fact required - an exchange within 30 days if it was found to be defective. Take that, officious, condescending petty bureaucrat!
It turns out that the camera was refurbished. WTF?! It had a prior owner who obviously returned it because it wasn't working. When we bought it, the clerk told us it was an "open box" because the box had been beat up during shipping. Liar. We paid full price for it, too. So this time, they replace it with . . . another refurbished model. Which we took, although neither of us later could explain why we did. Probably because we were tired of dealing with OCPB there. Anyway, I get it home - and it's not even packaged. Everything is just sort of laying around the box in pieces, unwrapped, unpackaged. The kicker was when I discovered that it's missing the cable to connect it to the Mac. The previous owner was no doubt a PC owner, because there's a connector that he went out and purchased on his own. So, bottom line is that we'd have to purchase a cable for this thing. And again, we're not even sure it's going to work correctly or for any longer than a week or two. We decide to just screw it and take it back and get a refund or a store credit.
Except . . . before we head out to Future Shop, I drive down the road to Jeremy's place to pay him for plowing out the driveway last Friday. And get freaking stuck in the snow in a small ditch that runs along his driveway. Who puts a ditch by their driveway???! I've never been on the property when it hasn't been snow covered so I had no idea it's there, and besides, I've driven through there three other times without a problem. But this time my car just sliiiiiiides right in there. Poor Dar had to stand around outside while I tried to dig it out, because the ditch was on her side of the car. (She has no hat, little weenie gloves, and a piss-poor pair of boots.) So I shovel and shovel and shovel. And Dar tries to push the car which is freaking me out, so I make her stop. We use an old blanket under the wheel that's spinning the most and after a number of tries I finally manage to get it out of the ditch . . . and it fucking slides off the other side and into a snow bank! Shovel, shovel, shovel. Find out that there's a small ditch there, too, and now the other side of the car barely has any wheel touching the ground. Stick the blanket under that and . . . discover the front wheel is spinning on a patch of ice. Argghhhhhh! I scoop up some little handfuls of hay from the trunk and try to get traction, but no. Dar suggests using a car mat (great idea), and I'm trying to get that set when Jeremy's grandmother (I guess) pops out to say that she called a neighbor who'll be by in a few minutes to tow us out. And he did.
By the time we get home Dar's frozen, I'm exhausted and my asthma is starting to act up, so we decide to face the nonsense with Future Shop tomorrow. Because tomorrow is anothuh day. And besides, this day ain't fuckin' over yet.
In addition, we've had satellite problems all weekend. Or at least I've had. I couldn't get connected to the net without a lot of trying, and when I did the connection would drop and I'd get the "The satellite seems to be having problems" error message. Sigh. So I'm behind on reading and commenting.
This morning I went in to have a bunch of blood taken for a series of tests. Having had gastric bypass surgery, I'm supposed to have my blood checked at least yearly, probably twice a year. It's been over two years now, and I've developed that acquired anemia thing in the meantime. Hopefully the tests will head off anything else that I should be looking out for. (That sentence made no sense, I think.) The nurse was great, and after meeting defeat with the vein in my left arm (pretty standard for me), she got the right arm so cleanly that I wasn't even aware that the blood was drawing until I looked down and saw it. Nice!
She's the daughter of a farmer and she and her husband own two farms themselves. That's the neat thing about living here: there are farmers everywhere. Our banker has a farm; the woman who works at our favorite coffee place has a farm; two of the nurses I've met have farms. I think it's cool.
And now I think it's time for TV talk. Ooh, but first: tonight's Prison Break has alpacas! Check it out :) ( Rome, TAR, and BSG )
OK, time to put the 'pacas to bed for the night.
