.
I just can't game. Not facing anything too difficult, if everything seems difficult at the moment. The headache has returned, and maybe a bit of a fever. Body aches, and such. No, it wasn't the chicken sausages. That's a different thing, when it happens. Some of it sounds similar, but it feels much different.
No, this is the flu. Perhaps coming back. Or some other thing, a harsh cold. Nothing really serious, just irritating. If it lasts a day or two I will be surprised. But I'll stay in until I am finished with it. I don't worry about my health getting worse, I simply don't want to give people what I've got. Even if it is mild. Though, what is mild for me, in spite of my health flaws, seems to take other people down hard, for more like a week.
Even if I don't like someone, I would rather not be a party to their ill health, discomfort. To each their own, I guess. I just don't see vengeance, or a return on hate, as a good thing.
Hungry for something sweet. Why? I don't know. Basically, unless I bring something in though, I don't have sweets. Nothing. I do have some canned brown bread. Not really sweet, but... carby? I might have some of that, heated, with butter. I think I have some of that with raisons or those other similar small sweet bits? Currants... One of those two, I think. Ugh.
Yes, I would like to get further into the game, but I just don't have what it takes to push through. I can't remember what to do, where to go, how to do simple things. It might get me to bed earlier tonight then? Can hope. Oh, but another round of painkillers. I am taking in electrolytes, which might help. If nothing else, it is adding fluid. While still having too much, I do need it. It's like the waterpills can take the water out of the wrong places. Electrolytes and minerals help replace it and keep it, settling it a bit. But that takes some time.
On to bread, toasted in the oven, buttered, then bed? Soon. Later, or more likely good night.
There IS something going around, may even have brushed against it, or haven't caught it yet. Mild symptoms, or just getting old, funny how it's the younger guys calling in sick. (before my hospital stay, I'd managed to bank nearly 400 hrs of sick time, burned that up on me and when my Dad was in Hospice)
ReplyDeletePainkillers: Aspirin, nope, not with this blood, you want a nosebleed, give me 3 aspirin and wait 15 min. Ibuprofen/ tylenol, not with this liver, dude in Nuke Power School suicided on tylenol, nasty story. Honestly think that's why my brother is so much worse off because he would eat tylenol for any little thing. I still have all? the codene pills and all but 2 of the 800mg motrin they gave me on my 2017 epic road trip for an emergency tooth pull in Lubbock. (they still e-mail me reminders to make an appointment) I'd have to be on the verge of tears for hours before I'll take anything for pain.
Quick woman aside (while you're already reading)
One of "them", that I was thinking may be signaling...she probably was and from the short exchange she thought I was much younger (or shudder, much much older) She was asking me about my holiday plans "Spending it with family?" she asked expectantly. Not thinking about playing with a fish on the line, I blurted out, "My son is up from college" her eyes flicked to my left hand as she said "That's good... (blink) wait, how old is he? " You could see the body and face react to what I told her... (softly) "we're the same age"...
Part of me felt bad... but the other BUUUAAHAHAHAHA! ( wait I'm not done) I have a few HAHA's left. No really, part of me REALLY did feel bad for her, as the other part tries not to giggle. Maybe I should get her number and hook my son up, Masters in Elect. engineering heck of a catch... BUUAAHAHAHA!
Tylenol suicide, eh? Crazy. I wouldn't have thought that even possible. If... I think... for some it may not be. As mentioned, a six months supply of lithium and prozac, in one shot, one night. Nothing. Didn't even get hiccups. And another "mood leveler" and "anti-depressant" group, six month supplies then too. Nothing, I mean... I woke feeling fine! Sunshiny happy, good mood, body was rested, crazy.
ReplyDeleteAs for painpills, I generally avoid them. Though I have eased up a bit these days. No reason not to take some, sometimes. It's more a matter or remembering to even think of that.
Though, for heavy painpills? No. Cracked my ribs, could barely breath for months, was sore for between six and eight months. Wouldn't take the heavy junk. I hate the way it makes me feel. Though, if I am going to bother taking something, it is a migraine mix. From when I had migraines frequently.
Yes, aspirin can thin my blood a lot too. Getting better, though. It used to be a few doses of aspirin in a week and I would be bleeding for a couple weeks. Now I can have two or three doses a week, and be okay. Just, probably, not every week.
The migraine stuff I take is a mix, including aspirin. That stuff has been around since Greek times, I believe. A particular bark, they would have birthing mothers chew. Or make a tea from it. Bitter, but cut the pain.
Oh, hooking up the son? That's a tricky wicket. As for women? If they are in the mood to be in the mood, it's not difficult. It's dealing with getting a guy on track that's the real trick. Men are really backing away. Women are too expensive, even for doctors these days. And they get everything, destroy the family, melt acquired wealth, and don't really care.
Yeah, they want men. They just haven't been raised to be wives, and men know it. Your whole life, with a women, in America, these days, is at her whim. Sure, you want grandkids. And you know he is going after good looks, not family values, morals, or such. Is she pretty? :p Good luck.
I jest, I wouldn't hook up my son with a (not to sound snotty) minimum wage, tatted, etc. Looks, decent, but... part of my "HAHAs" were I thought she was 10- 15 years OLDer, looks 30-40 not early 20's. Right conditions, I'd hit it. nice, pleasant.
ReplyDeleteShe'd have to beg good for me to introduce her to my son.
Tylenol kills by destroying the liver, slow way to go, don't know how much it takes, but once the limit is crossed, death is sure. He lived long enough for his parents to come to see him die. I won't touch it unless the pain is bad enough I'm wishing for death anyway.
Ah. Tatted. Pierced too? Who knows. Looking way older than her age too? Right, I've... seen that. I won't even talk to that. Unlike you, I am far pickier. Zero chance I'd sleep with that. Dumpster diving. No thank you. Had one try to talk to me, I so blew her off she got steamed. I just gave her a glance that let her know her pseudo-sex wouldn't spare her if she went all mad-cow. She stood and stewed. The gals in doing checkout... got a bit of an... entertainment. Were, mostly, quietly enjoying.
ReplyDeleteI don't mind minimum wage, so long as that isn't her limits. At one time, a woman who worked as a waitress, or other lower level, as long as she hadn't been doing that for ten years, was considered a good catch. Not afraid to work, will to take orders, able to deal with some bs, handle it.
Actually? I think a woman who is making too much money is more one to be avoided. She'll expect you to make... even more. She'll want to live at her current level, but on you on top of it. Tricky how those things go. Yes, avoid any woman with professional papers.
Though, like I said, even making a hundred, two hundred, even half a million? A woman can burn through that in no time. Or sue through it, in divorce court. It's finding a woman who can, will, does, live within her means. That's difficult in America. Probably anywhere, but in other countries, you can keep her in line. That is... understood.
Best, if you are to get married, not to own much... or to have so much that losing half isn't an issue. It's every other guy who has a problem.
" I won't even talk to that. Unlike you, I am far pickier."
ReplyDeleteJust caught that line... made me grin.
"Oh my sweet summer child" You still have hope. Good. I "give up hope..."
Have one... don't want one or need one. So, I ain't even looking. Doesn't mean I can't give them a tiny bit of what they do to men. I'll talk, be cordial/ polite, little flirt, aloof mysterious won't give away details, mystery... piques their interest some. Yeah, and I made a vow before God... I won't break that vow.
The fact that nothing can or will happen is so freeing, who cares what you say, just don't be evil.
Back when I was frequent flying the pharmacy, cute(ish) hippie /stoner chick. Little flirts, innuendos, double entendres, over time she kept getting more militant about getting my phone # so I can get the discount. Nope. Finally the last time she blurts out "I just want to save you money" I fixed her gaze and deadpanned "I. Don't. Care." I tell you, the look of hurt in her eyes haunts me.
Turns out I cared just enough to hurt me through the hurt I saw in her. I've been back a few times since, ready to apologize for being a dick.
I've never seen her again.
Now I'm sad.
I'm just not nice about women I have no interest in. I've dealt with that from women. And, understood. Women aren't used to being shot down, though. Although I think they are getting much more used to it? But... no.
ReplyDeleteThere was one woman I had a bit of interest in. Flirted a bit, time to time. Then I saw she had tats. Had always seen her in long sleeves (didn't question it, some women are cold bodied, not uncommon). Anyway, after seeing the tats, never spoke to her again. She knew. We... crossed paths, somewhere. I noticed the tats, gave a little "no" head wiggle, and that was that.
I can't believe how many women are tatted these days. Even otherwise reasonably attractive, otherwise viable, women. Well, they can go lesbian, or biker. It's... what's left to them.
I don't mind being a dick. Love, romance, and such, isn't about being nice. It's a dirty hard mean business. And, you gotta pick them carefully. I've been turned down hard, mostly because I wasn't rich enough (don't think I don't know), though there were, are, other things. Still, with women, it often comes down to money. Not just gold diggers, but making sure a nest won't become a rats nest. I get that. Though, these days... is there even a way out of even that, even with both working? Gah!
For men? It's beauty. Or... for me. I'm not going to give her an IQ test. Just... she can't be drooling stupid, okay. :p It's mostly by looks. Not all looks, not all money, but those are... basics. And... fair enough. But tats, piercings, scarification, goth or even too much makeup, even fake boobs or butts? No. Oh, and baboon lips? Absolutely not.
Fake women are about as attractive as women who fake their femininity. There isn't much difference, and I'll have nothing to do with either. Gross. Be gentle, kind, and such. I am, as long as she has no designs on me. Oh, and while I sort of like blue-hairs, strangely? Never for anything more than a brief, distant, friendship. More... in pity, than in any sort of love?
Just saying. I took my freak flag, and for the most part burned it. I don't want those waving their freak flags anywhere near me. Not if they do it in pride. If they realize it was a mistake, and are trying to find their way out... perhaps some, albeit distant, association is possible. Gah! :)