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Last Thursday morning I woke up with an ugly 48 hour stomach virus. I couldn't go thirty minutes without vomiting or worse. And just when I thought there was nothing more to get rid of, I'd still find things to retch up. Literally scraping the bottom of the barrel.
Dad drove me to an urgent care clinic where the doctor gave me a shot for the nausea. She offered me an IV drip but I felt like shit and wanted to crawl into my bed. I slept the remainder of Thursday and off and on Friday. I don't think I really got better till today. I think the meds did something to my body chemistry. The soaps and perfume I use smell different, more strong and musky. But not gross like male or animal musk. I can't really describe it. It's like Dove and Calvin Klein in olfactory HD.
So we shaved off two hikes and camp trips thanks to the sickness. I was upset at first but then relieved. Getting sick in the forest or desert far from home--- not a good idea.
But I also had to cancel a scrapbook session with Amanda. And she's hell-bent on getting together with Andre and Hillary for Munchkin. The game bores me, but I can't find a tactful way to tell them. And then I told Amanda to go on without me tonight but she just pushed it to tomorrow saying we need 4 people to play. What gets me is a single game drags on for hours. My brother used to play the same game on his lunch breaks. And the gameplay's stale. Same old cards, tricks, and shit.
I also spent over $1K of my tax return on a Kimber 1911 .45 pistol. I got ill the day I was going to break it in and I've been working at it since Monday. I'm frustrated since I'm not getting the hang of it. The sights are different and no matter how I aim I only get crotch shots in the targets. No bullseye. It's very complicated to aim. The bullseye disappears before the sights or the barrel blocks the target or my vision goes three ways melting the bullseye, gun sights, and barrel. I'd rather be working on the gun than sitting on my ass with a bullshit card game that doesn't seem to end. And if it isn't Amanda trying to wheedle in time, it's someone else scheduling things when plans have been made. I'm rescheduling a visit with Araina because if I blow off one more thing with Amanda, or get sick or whatever, then I'll be looking for new hiking escorts in Craigslist. I'm not used to having such a busy social calendar. It's frustrating having to reschedule and decline invitations.
Dad drove me to an urgent care clinic where the doctor gave me a shot for the nausea. She offered me an IV drip but I felt like shit and wanted to crawl into my bed. I slept the remainder of Thursday and off and on Friday. I don't think I really got better till today. I think the meds did something to my body chemistry. The soaps and perfume I use smell different, more strong and musky. But not gross like male or animal musk. I can't really describe it. It's like Dove and Calvin Klein in olfactory HD.
So we shaved off two hikes and camp trips thanks to the sickness. I was upset at first but then relieved. Getting sick in the forest or desert far from home--- not a good idea.
But I also had to cancel a scrapbook session with Amanda. And she's hell-bent on getting together with Andre and Hillary for Munchkin. The game bores me, but I can't find a tactful way to tell them. And then I told Amanda to go on without me tonight but she just pushed it to tomorrow saying we need 4 people to play. What gets me is a single game drags on for hours. My brother used to play the same game on his lunch breaks. And the gameplay's stale. Same old cards, tricks, and shit.
I also spent over $1K of my tax return on a Kimber 1911 .45 pistol. I got ill the day I was going to break it in and I've been working at it since Monday. I'm frustrated since I'm not getting the hang of it. The sights are different and no matter how I aim I only get crotch shots in the targets. No bullseye. It's very complicated to aim. The bullseye disappears before the sights or the barrel blocks the target or my vision goes three ways melting the bullseye, gun sights, and barrel. I'd rather be working on the gun than sitting on my ass with a bullshit card game that doesn't seem to end. And if it isn't Amanda trying to wheedle in time, it's someone else scheduling things when plans have been made. I'm rescheduling a visit with Araina because if I blow off one more thing with Amanda, or get sick or whatever, then I'll be looking for new hiking escorts in Craigslist. I'm not used to having such a busy social calendar. It's frustrating having to reschedule and decline invitations.
