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It started yesterday when I got home to realize my bedroom door was broken, as it had somehow come off the top hinge. Fantastic.
Actually, it started Monday, when I woke up with a hangover and a sunburn (expected after a day of drinking beer on the water at the first ever Key West Floatilla on Sunday), but also with my nose feeling like someone had punched it. Which, no one had. Nor did I fall or crash into anything. Figuring it was some random ache or pain, didn't think much of it, though it continued through Tuesday, giving me more headaches than I'm used to. And this morning I woke up to discover the left side of my nose had started to swell. Well, fuck.
So I went to the doctor, and had the pleasure of paying the office fee to be told a highly educated "I dunno." Doc said it could be an infection, though it didn't look like it, it could be a broken nose, though how that would have happened would be anyone's guess, or it could be something else completely. After lecturing me on unrelated issues (I like Doc, but lately he is annoying the piss out of me), he advised me to take ibuprofen, ice down my nose, and get X-rays at a local radiological place. Which will, of course, cost more money I don't have. And I could not go there today since, by the time I saw the doctor after waiting an hour and a half, the place was closed. (Partly my fault for sitting on my ass so much of the day.) I'm gonna ice it down tonight, and if the swelling's down in the morning, bypass the X-rays and treat it as a freak event. If it's the same or worse, I'll probably get the X-rays.
But wait....there's more! While at the grocery store, I completely spaced getting more ibuprofen, and I am almost out. And, while cooking dinner, managed to dump a metric shit ton of red pepper into the pasta sauce, since I had opened jar to the fully open lid, not the shaker lid. So, even after adding more sauce, which completely ratio of pasta to sauce out the window, my dinner was rather spicy.
Which made my red wine a bit hard to taste. But, now that my taste buds have come back from dunking their heads in the pool to cool off, I can tell that this is an unusually boring, bland, and generic Spanish red. Which is odd, since most Spanish reds I get are awesome. Of course, I have two bottles of this one, since it was 2-for-1 at the store a few weeks ago. Figured I'd try something new. Oops.
Well, at least it's wine, it's not dreadful, and the best dessert after a pasta dinner is, in fact, wine. So, yeah, gonna be drinking it. (The first bottle...it's not awful, but I'm not drinking two of these bottles in one night.)
Also, while there is a chili cookoff coming up on Saturday, I've decided not to compete in it, due to considerations of time and money. But I will probably still show up and taste the other chilis. But I'd really rather compete. Meh.
On the positive side:
I fixed the fucking door.
My roommate told me he finally got our shared scooter fixed. (Though of course now I owe him half the repair bill.)
For the price of takeout pasta, I was smart and bought stuff at the grocery store that should last me a good four meals or so. And I didn't have to tip.
The dishes are done.
I remembered to water the cacti.
So now I'm gonna go watch some stuff on my DVR while attempting to ice down my nose, deal with an annoyingly itchy sunburn, and drink wine, which admittedly does not sound like a recipe for success. Hopefully I can pull it off.
Yes, I know things can be far worse. I don't consider the day to be an "OMIGOD! DISASTER!", and I know many people have it far worse than me.
I just needed to vent.
Actually, it started Monday, when I woke up with a hangover and a sunburn (expected after a day of drinking beer on the water at the first ever Key West Floatilla on Sunday), but also with my nose feeling like someone had punched it. Which, no one had. Nor did I fall or crash into anything. Figuring it was some random ache or pain, didn't think much of it, though it continued through Tuesday, giving me more headaches than I'm used to. And this morning I woke up to discover the left side of my nose had started to swell. Well, fuck.
So I went to the doctor, and had the pleasure of paying the office fee to be told a highly educated "I dunno." Doc said it could be an infection, though it didn't look like it, it could be a broken nose, though how that would have happened would be anyone's guess, or it could be something else completely. After lecturing me on unrelated issues (I like Doc, but lately he is annoying the piss out of me), he advised me to take ibuprofen, ice down my nose, and get X-rays at a local radiological place. Which will, of course, cost more money I don't have. And I could not go there today since, by the time I saw the doctor after waiting an hour and a half, the place was closed. (Partly my fault for sitting on my ass so much of the day.) I'm gonna ice it down tonight, and if the swelling's down in the morning, bypass the X-rays and treat it as a freak event. If it's the same or worse, I'll probably get the X-rays.
But wait....there's more! While at the grocery store, I completely spaced getting more ibuprofen, and I am almost out. And, while cooking dinner, managed to dump a metric shit ton of red pepper into the pasta sauce, since I had opened jar to the fully open lid, not the shaker lid. So, even after adding more sauce, which completely ratio of pasta to sauce out the window, my dinner was rather spicy.
Which made my red wine a bit hard to taste. But, now that my taste buds have come back from dunking their heads in the pool to cool off, I can tell that this is an unusually boring, bland, and generic Spanish red. Which is odd, since most Spanish reds I get are awesome. Of course, I have two bottles of this one, since it was 2-for-1 at the store a few weeks ago. Figured I'd try something new. Oops.
Well, at least it's wine, it's not dreadful, and the best dessert after a pasta dinner is, in fact, wine. So, yeah, gonna be drinking it. (The first bottle...it's not awful, but I'm not drinking two of these bottles in one night.)
Also, while there is a chili cookoff coming up on Saturday, I've decided not to compete in it, due to considerations of time and money. But I will probably still show up and taste the other chilis. But I'd really rather compete. Meh.
On the positive side:
I fixed the fucking door.
My roommate told me he finally got our shared scooter fixed. (Though of course now I owe him half the repair bill.)
For the price of takeout pasta, I was smart and bought stuff at the grocery store that should last me a good four meals or so. And I didn't have to tip.
The dishes are done.
I remembered to water the cacti.
So now I'm gonna go watch some stuff on my DVR while attempting to ice down my nose, deal with an annoyingly itchy sunburn, and drink wine, which admittedly does not sound like a recipe for success. Hopefully I can pull it off.
Yes, I know things can be far worse. I don't consider the day to be an "OMIGOD! DISASTER!", and I know many people have it far worse than me.
I just needed to vent.
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