In sickness and in health

When I repeated that part of my wedding vows, I certainly didn’t think about popping back zits and draining boils. Those things are gross and shouldn’t be part of a happy marriage. As a child, I remember my dad needing someone to rub Ben-gay on his back and I was lucky enough to be around. It bothered me because he had a lot of smooth moles which reminded me of the Oscar Mayer bologna I enjoyed eating. Dad would get huffy because I wouldn’t rub hard enough or even use my hand; I tended to graze his skin with my fingertips while keeping my head turned away.

At 8, that’s pretty gross.

At 39, it’s not so bad.

Backstory: my left inner labia hangs down like an ear lobe, which means it gets chaffed quite often with toilet paper or during intercourse. With this frequent rubbing, pimples and the rare boil enjoy sprouting there.

2 weeks ago, I had some very good sex with Empath. A few days later, I felt a little zit on the lip and did my usual “keep it clean and hope it goes away on its own”. Fast forward to yesterday and it’s hurting down there. Today, I had a difficult time sitting and walking because the ouchie grew to a large boil and the pressure of it was painful. I offered Empath a dollar just to look and see how bad things were in my vagoo. We went to the bedroom and he checked me out. We talked of size – he said like a grape – and the pain – I said it’s bad even with my legs and lips apart. He doesn’t want to cause me pain, but I’m at my limits, mostly out of aggravation from the constant pressure. We decide I should keep a hot compress on it for a bit to see if that eases the pain. I agree and settle in a squat in front of the tv with a hot, damp washcloth inside me. I felt around to see how big it is. I find the grape lump further up on the lip than what I’d been feeling (a small zit on the edge). After flipping the cloth a few times and checking that I had the right spot, I pressed very hard and a gush splurshed against my fingers. I pulled out the cloth and saw a nickel-size spot of blood. I told Empath I popped it and we returned to the bedroom for a post-op cleaning/draining.

I apologized for asking him to do this. I can’t exactly see for myself, so he gets to be the lucky one. I talk about how this isn’t what I pictured when vowing “in sickness and in health”, which was supposed to be me bringing him chicken soup while he’s bundled on the couch. Nowhere was it mentioned we be popping and draining boils from our naughty bits.

When I was as cleaned as I could be, I redressed and worried about going pee later. Urine stings a lot when it gets in an open wound.

ION, Empath bought a new router and our interent is going fine again.

So that’s it

The internet is being weird on our end atm. Just in time for my renewed RS subscription for one account and Star Trek Online (STO) for Empath. He’s jonesing for STO and it cost $60 for the initial right-from-the-start attraction. So he found out our router is dead and is currently switching my CAT 6 cable between our computers. It means my internet time is available when he’s at work. Meh, he *NEEDS* to be on the internet whereas I can muster along without it.

FML

I’m having one of my depressive days. Not much is keeping my attention, so I’m stuck with Reality and how much my life sucks ass. No news about any jobs and weight gain from all the crap I eat all the time. I’m such a fucking sow.

Weight: 287#

JFC I just got cybered on RUNESCAPE. Fuck, people, I hate you.

Sweet mother of pearl

I woke up, did my morning routine and dragged down the vaccuum. I’ve put off my quarterly cleaning for 8 months and the place really looked like a shithole. I started at the top of the stairs and worked down. The stairs have light brown carpet, did you know that? XD I’d cleared the floor up to the little hall and the bathroom, so I took a break and let Empath pick up all those papers on the floor. That’s the part I hate: picking up papers. Empath doesn’t mind; he’d rather that than vaccuum. After 15 minutes, I vaccuumed in our living area where the tv and couch are. Empath told me he’d found it. I asked what and he replied the Sims 2 dvd. It was hiding inside a Kodak envelope! Now I get to remove my current Sims 2 and put the Sims 2 DD edition on instead.

Maxing

The RS mem issue may be sorted out next week. We’ve figured out another payment method which should work.

ION, I put Oblivion on my compy to try it out. I’ve watched Empath play it and have most of it figured out. I am horrible with WASD games; I can only move in one direction. I wasn’t planning on doing combat, but it’s unavoidable during the “follow the Emperor out of prison” tutorial. I hung back and let the Blades kill things. The end cavern with the goblin shaman was hilarious. I hid in the tunnel and waited for the wandering guard to walk by, then took him out. It’s not going to get easier, so I tried to sneak up on the shaman. I got pretty close before he spotted me. Here’s the funny part – I didn’t know what to push to make myself run. I’d get blasted with lightning bolts and fire balls, shambling forward as he’s running backward. Then I got the messages about being close to death, out of mana and fatigue is low. I also had no clue how to open the tab to get to the health potions I’d looted, so I’m doing this for most of the fight: w + c, w + c, w + c, you are out of mana, w, w, w, whack with katana, c, c, accidentally hit q, smack, smack, other goblin guard here, c, c, c, low on mana, right mouse (oh that blocks!). Eventually, I killed them both and looted what I could. I left the rats.

Once I got to the sewers, I took a pause to press keys to see what they did. I learned enough to get myself through it and quick traveled to Weynon Priory. I hung out in Chorrol for a day, joined the mages and fighters guilds and sort of mapped out the town. Oh the fighters guild was another fun 5 hours. I hadn’t learned where the game clock was, so I found the back door to the guild unlocked and went inside to see about joining. I’d leveled up and needed a bed and couldn’t remember how to get back to the mages guild. The only person was the butler dude. I went to leave and found myself locked in! Well, I sat down to wait things out. I kept my camera directed either straight above me or toward a window to prevent any accidental theft. Ok, I found the clock and waited until 6 am, noted a woman walking about and attempted to talk to her. She went upstairs and I wanted to follow, but I couldn’t get out of the chair! I try clicking the floor, thinking maybe I’ll walk over but no dice. After some panic and random button pressing, I give up and reload from the auto save.

Now that I could just wait, I went inside, talked to the guy and stood around by the table. With the butler doing bumps and circuits around the place, I brilliantly thought I should try sneaking. Six foot, red Khajiti wearing a blue/green dress crouched in a well-lit room? Nah he’ll never see me. Sneak wasn’t going up, so I thought back to the times I’d done this for Empath. What I’d remembered was what he’d done for Athletics (run against a wall/rock), but it worked well for me. I crouched, slunk close to the wall and turned on q. After 26 levels, I’d had enough and checked the clock which told me the guild leader should be upstairs. I joined, took a nap, leveled up and quick traveled to the Imperial City marketplace. That’s where I’m at now and looking for a place to nap (got another level making potions).

IOON, my weight is stable at 285#. I’m going to have to exercise to get it drop lower.

Both of us got haircuts. Less shampoo, but colder.

Haven’t heard back on any jobs. I found one working at a bakery. *crosses fingers*

Mostly I hang out playing games with a little housework and try not to eat. My life is boring.

Aleviating the boredom

After playing RS as a member for 4 years, the F2P bits are boring as hell. I have 3 F2P skills that aren’t maxed so fighting for training spots is priority. I became a mem to avoid that hassle. I begged Empath to take me out to somewhere with PC games to see if I could find something to play. Mostly, I looked for replayablity which is damned difficult when I can’t play WASD-type games. We drove to Walmart and looked over their selection. I found a lot of Sims 2 Double Deluxe (just like my MIA one) and a handful of 3-1 expansion dvds. I picked up the University Life collection (University, IKEA Stuff and Teen Stuff)  though I saw a couple other games that I wanted but would only be worth playing once (find the object types). I found a Fallout collection and told Empath he had to buy it. When he saw it was Fallout, Fallout 2 and Fallout: Tactics, he totally agreed with me.

After the unexpected finds, we decided to eat out even though it was only 4.30p. We figured to beat the supper rush and we were right. We ate at ESM. He had a burger with fried and salad and I had farfalla (bowtie pasta) with abbarrita sauce (super spicy) and salad. We picked out 2 appetizers – bruchetta with chopped tomatos (yuck) and flatbread with artechoke cheese dip. We loved both. I should’ve saved some of that bread for my pasta. The sauce was so hot I had to stick my tongue in my drink to ease the heat. The plus side is that my nose isn’t stuffed up tonight. XD

It does

We went to Canadian Tire to get a wiper blade for the driver’s side of the car. The replacement we bought looks quite shitty, but it’s what’s being replaced anyway. As we walked to the checkout, we saw these big bins of cds and dvds for sale. I found one with Showdown in Little Tokyo and Bloodsport (both rare finds), but the one both of us scrambled to get was Doctor Detroit.

BG2 decided not to work, so I yoinked it off the compy.

Fortune favors

The RuneScape thing I think we figured out. The specific credit card doesn’t do any sort of online purchases, so it’s not just RS. Empath tried using it to buy something on Steam and got rejected. It’s odd though because that card has been used for 4 months without a hitch. It sucks for me since I can’t find an online game like RS. Also, Sims 2 dvd is still MIA. I really miss the extras that came with the 2 expansions. On the flip side, I may start up another BG2 party if my current gaming sitch doesn’t resolve itself. TBH, RS isn’t the same after playing as member. :/

Last night, we went out the The Keg to use up the gift card BIL gave us. I’m iffy about ording steak from a restaraunt since they invariably can’t cook it the way I order it (very well done). I took a chance, ordering a filet minion with sweet potato fries and Empath had “surf and turf” (steak with lobster tail and sweet potato fries [copycat!]). We didn’t know they’d offer free bread while waiting, so we ordered a flatbread with bocconcini cheese which was excellent. After maybe 20 minutes, the steaks arrived. I had Empath check the doneness of mine (place was dimly lit) and he guaranteed the doneness. It came with this cheesy butter that was so yummy. I tried one bit of the lobster tail with melted butter (duh). It was sort of chewy, so not something I’ll be eating again. I had fun playing with the lobster shell, rubbing my fingers along the outside and lightly caressing the delicate feet underneath. The steaks were tender and the fries were crispy. We ordered desserts, me a chocolate brownie with ice cream and he a Billy Miner pie (looked like a giant ice cream wedge). I ate the brownies and left the ice cream and Empath ate what he could of his which was gigantic to say the least. The bill came up to over $100. The food was worth it, I’ll say; we’ll be eating there again but not for a few months. Nothing happened after eating the lobster, so I guess I’m not allergic to shellfish.

The worst part of the night was I had that bloated full feeling which I thought I fixed with some Mt. Dew and belching. I went to bed, trying out a trick I read online about heartburn while sleeping – lay on my right side. I felt fine as I lay in bed, the pressure dissipated while on my right, but I woke up in severe pain on my left side. I went out and drank down some more Mt. Dew (a new bottle I’d put in the fridge an hour before bed, so warm yuckiness). I stayed up for 30 minutes, doing what I could to burp or, hell, fart, just something to release the gas built up in my intestines. Walking felt better, but I went to bed again in a miserable mood.  I laid again on my right side, letting out a tiny burp, and feeling the pain go away. My body relaxed enough because I woke up this morning at 10a feeling normal. Maybe I let something rip during my sleep. This happens when I eat a meal too late at night, no matter what I do to prevent it (GasX or drinking fresh carbo drink while eating [root beer works best]).

Got called for another job interview this afternoon. I’d sort of forgotten applying for this cook job, so it was a surprise to get the call. I was nervous, moreso when the store owner called to ask me to come an hour later so he could be there. The place is downtown in a big business building, so it’s where the busses travel if I can’t get a lift from  Empath. I think the interview went very well. Hopefully I’ll get a callback. The pessimist in me is flashing Reality Check, but my heart isn’t 4 sizes too small.

Slippery

The bank situation is sort of fixed. Empath went down and talked to one of the tellers about what happened. It was some fucked up glitch that froze his account, but it’s squared away and he’s got a new ATM  card. The prob now is he can’t access the account because the ATM says he’s got a PIN error of too many numbers. We found that out after heading to Dominion to buy some quick sandwich stuffs (meat, bread and Nutella). He tried paying with the ATM card which got that message, so vainly tried one of the credit cards and it worked. So he’ll have to go to the bank in person again and get the PIN error fixed.

ION, I haven’t found my Sims 2 dvd (includes Night Life and Celebration expansions). I did find the Sims 2 deluxe 4 cds but it’s not the same. We’ve looked through all the cd/dvd cases and the extra carriers for the ones that come in the paper envelop and still nothing.

Weight update: 286#

Idiot theorem

MIL yells at me that my sister is on the phone. M called me to talk about some 60 year old insurance policy she found in Dad’s papers. She wanted to get my SSN just in case. I give it to her and we both hear this weird beeping on the line. It’s MIL calling one of her sisters, totally forgetting about the phone call she told me about ONE MINUTE AGO.

Empath came home last night rightly pissed off. Ragu sauce is on sale for ninety-nine cents, so he picked up a couple jars as back-up when I don’t want to home make pasta sauce. He tried to use his ATM card to pay for them and it kept getting rejected. He paid with cash (thank gods he withdraws $40 cash on payday), then goes to check the bank balance on the ATM nearby.  He gets to the point of asking for a recent activity log when the ATM eats his card, saying he had no money. We don’t keep meticulous records of every bit of bash we spend but we’re pretty sure there was $100 in that account. The alternatives we can think of for this to happen are: 1) credit cards took the money since both are over their credit limits or 2) his parents withdrew money from the wrong account.

I didn’t get the job at ESM. I saw it posted again on the job bank.