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A gooder, if long, day. It was brutal to even get a shower, so getting out took even longer. I didn't get out until 13:00, 13:30? Did some business, quickly, and got in by 14:30? Give or take.
They were busy at the ER. But, given that, they were fairly on top of things. I just got home, here at 19:28, but that was just as much to do with my bladder not wanting to top off. They gave me a quart of electrolyte water, intravenous. Which helped. But even that took a while. To be honest, I gave it a shot, not thinking it would work, just in case. Dropped enough to fill the thing five times, besides the fill, at least. When it rains, duck?
Then we had to wait for that. I honestly didn't think that was happening. Next time I am drinking a lot more water before I go in, and earlier through the day, before I arrive. Even to my medical docs. I'll call to see if the will want a specimen. If so, I'll... begin drinking like a king, if only water.
Oh, the wound, on my finger? He... could see it was a serious cut. Decided against stitches. But looked it over like an archeologist who found something... rare and fascinating! The healing! He suggested. Eyes bright, like those of a child, opening a surprise but favored gift! I love it when they give it away, I didn't have to dig for it this time. He doesn't see such things often. He was amazed, pleased, almost... privileged? Did I see less, but wish to brag? I think not, but it's always possible. I suspect he has heard things, just... didn't believe. Until now.
The stds test(s) didn't come back, that takes twenty four hours. But after twenty years, most would have shown signs by now. There is one, a serious one, that might not show. But even that is... rather unlikely. But they did find an infection which probably accounts for what I am suffering. Though, to be honest, it is good to have paper, fresh paper, on my sexual health. If it's clear, It'll be clear before I find and choose a wife. And... she will be tested twice. Up front, and in six months to be more sure.
No sex for that time. For either of us. Might have to have her mother, or sister, live with us, sleep with her, chaperone. For when she goes out, and when we are at home? Something. Aids, last I knew, didn't show up for as much as six months, possibly a year, after contact. And, yes, no! Lots of guys go over there and get what they get, forever.
It's terrifying stuff, not all even have names, over there. Lots of them are forever mixes of various things. Gnarly. I just don't get why guys jump in like that. Seriously.
Lots of pretty young ladies. Always a pleasant thing. I treat them like sister, cousins, aunts, whatnot. I don't play, tickle, flirt, if I am polite. If I will only be seeing a gal just once, for a bit, in a checkout, I might flirt a bit. But not someone I am going to be working with for hours. And, if I think she might be taking it at all seriously, I... drop it like an old fish. Just... not here, or now, save for banter play.
But women, I will say this, are damned gorgeous creatures. And, what amazes me, is how far they lean in when I am leaning out, sometimes. I... gotta say... I enjoy being the good guy. A lot of "good guys" really aren't playing the true good guy. Doom, the chaste. Zoot, just Zoot. :p
Though I had a mid teen wave on my way home. I just waved. Gorgeous little creature. But I saw a niece, or cousin, or sister, or even granddaughter there. So pretty. I hope she finds a right young man and they... learn rightly. I prayed for her right then. Oh, no... temptation or crass thoughts. I just gladly smiled and waved back, sending her hopes and prayers. My word, some young man, I hope, figures out to rope her rightly, then live long and prosper together well. I like my prayer life.
They did give me another form of anti-biotic. Dosing me intravenously my first dose. Which caused me to throw up immediately. I got through it well enough, otherwise. Am not worried. Sent an anti-nausea med, too, after that. Just in case. Though I suspect it was just the intravenous aspect. Just... a suspicion.
I wanted to get it tonight, but only one or two places are open, and I couldn't be sure they would have one, either really. Decided to have a bite to eat, not great, but Arby's. Twice today. Needed both times. I'll call around tomorrow. Sort it out. Ugh.
But this time I didn't feel like I wasn't welcome. Look, I don't have to be favored, like a lost son? I just want not to be hated at. Not sure what the gig was, but the last doctor either hates his job, hates the people he sees, or simply hated me for some unknown to me reason. Veteran status? Age, sex, else? Yes, some (or seeming) white guys are indoctrinated into hating themselves and others like (or seemingly) like them. They won't say it, they just stew at you. It's... sort of creepy. I guess they don't commit suicide because they are still useful in their drone capacity of white hate. I don't know, all I know is I sensed a powerful hatred. But that I didn't know him from Adam. Though who knows what the VA sends in it's profile. Probably marked as being absolutely against political correctness and multiculturalism, which is so very brainwashed into most doctors, and has been for decades now. White hate, is really what that is.
The doc, and others, were reasonable to work with. The nurse was a bit sketch, but either got over it, or was just sorting something out? I look old, but not... completely. There are other things that could have been? Anyway... nothing... bad, just a bit of a double look several times. It's funny that people, often, don't realize they are being scanned, while they scan? But it was fine. We finished famously.
Still, that was a lot of white-knuckling staying awake, and being aware to entrants. None, I think, snuck up on me. And they did try. :) I just... want to see when people, strangers, are near me. And I did, if it half killed me. I'll be ready for sleep soon. More water, I think. Ugh.
Good day, evening, night, and goodnight.
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