atomic_fungus (atomic_fungus) wrote,
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#2199: I could not help laughing.

Weerd links a YouTube video of three morons trying to shotgun beers.

Moron #2 fails and pukes on Moron #1, who--after discovering the fact--tackles Moron #2, while Moron #3 and the Cameramoron laugh their asses off.

I watch that and laugh and say, "Man, what a buncha assholes." Thank God for the Internet. Thank God for YouTube. Because if it weren't for that, I'd still be feeling a hell of a lot worse about myself than I do after seeing that video.

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As for me, I'm suffering 'roid rage: not because I've been doing steroids, but because the hospital released my Mom without a prescription for steroids after pumping her full of solumedrol all week.

Thursday night, on the way home from the hospital, we stopped at Taco Bell and got taco salads, and Mom ate nearly all of hers. Today, she woke up in pain, and had no appetite, and felt utterly miserable. I had to badger and nag and gripe and complain to get her to drink enough water to stay hydrated.

You can't just stop steroid therapy, even if it's only been going on for six days. You have to taper off the steroids! I'm really pissed off about this.

Anyway, my sister is a medical researcher and she talked to her boss, who is a nephrologist and is one of the country's foremost experts in kidney research, and the conclusion was "steroid withdrawal". We're going to see how Mom feels in the morning; and unless she feels better than she did today we're going to the doctor's office.

* * *

So I've been reading Don Quixote from the Aluratek. The damn book is 1110 pages long and I'm just about halfway through it. All the stuff in that book! Cripes, what with all the digressions to tell this or that story around the story of Don Quixote himself--no wonder the thing's so long.

But it's a worthy read, even so. I am enjoying it, though the archaic language it's written in makes it hard to understand when I'm tired, so I can't read as much of it as I'd like. I did manage to read a couple hundred pages of it tonight, though, in between nagging Mom to drink more fluids and talking to my sister about ways I can get Mom to drink more fluids.

Oh, and Sailor V called to discuss a few things, too.

*sigh*

Speaking of Sailor V, thanks to his--shall we say--imperfect pronunciation of Japanese, we now refer to Kodomo no Jikan as "Domo Chicken".

"Domo Chicken" would be an awesome name for a slapstick comedy series. There would have to be a chicken in it, though, and I can't really draw animals, so someone else will have to come up with something.

KnJ is one of the manga series I intended to cram onto the 4 GB card in my Aluratek; but I need a card reader which can handle 4 GB cards since it appears the card reader in my desktop can't be arsed to bother with such lofty card capacities. (Argh etc.)

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Last night it was nice and cool, so I was able to have my windows open. It got nice and cool in here, and I slept like a trainload of logs. But tonight it's not as cool, and tomorrow it's going to be hot again, so the house is closed up, the AC on, and I'm sweating.

The worst part is that I tripped over the fan directing cool air into my bedroom, and the fall broke one of the blades; so now I need to go buy a couple of box fans.

That did not help my mood this afternoon, let me tell you.

In fact, I'm still not really better; I'm still pissed off at just about everything and not safe for fabrics. I'm at a loss as to what I can do about it.

I thought aloud about going to the auto parts store and ordering a trailer hitch for the Jeep; Mom said, "Stop at K-Mart and buy a couple fans on your way home." But I didn't go.

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For a wonder, my health insurance premium did not rise as I had expected it to. I'd expected it to rise because of the provisions of ObamaCare; but the bill for the next quarter came today and, pleasantly enough, it didn't go up as much as a single cent this quarter.

That is acceptable. It can't last, but it's acceptable.

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I managed to play some WoW today, and good old Frexxed got to level 43. As I am currently reading Don Quixote, it amuses me even more than previously that Frexxed yells, "On, Rocinante! WE RIDE!" whenever I hit the hotkey to have him mount his horse.

(It's a macro I wrote months ago. Paladin=knight and I figured it fit even though I hadn't yet begun to read Cervantes' most famous work.)

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