Lets see now, where to start, where to start…
Ok, lets start with the present and work backwards, shall we?
My stupid effing car is acting up yet again. This time around its the mass air flow sensor for the fuel injector. It shorted out, apparently. Stalled out just as I was getting off the exit on my way to work Monday morning, and sputtered and groaned the rest of the way. $612.00. AND since I was in the shop anyway, I bumped up my month-old appointment to get my rear brakes done as well, so the total is going to be $912.00. Plus tax. Maybe its time to buy a newer or better car.
I bought a bike and some video games over the weekend. I bought the bike to satisfy a long-time longing to be on wheels again. I used to love riding, but when I graduated college and moved here, my bike did not move with me. Now, I have a simple, one-speed cruiser with straight handlebars, in a blue 50’s retro style. Schwinn legacy cruiser for the Googlers. I also bought the necessary accessories and saftey crap. $220.00 (Pics forthcoming)
Video games were an impulse buy: Diablo 2 and WOW battlechests. Oh, and a wireless router. I got sick of all those damned vinyl-covered cords all over the damn place. $150.00
Mid-may, my car’s driver side window fell through the door. Apparently the bolt holding it up broke. I also replaced windshield wipers and a brake light. $300.00 ($200 for labor).
First weekend of May, I went up to Northampton MA for a gay pride parade and barbeque with a bunch of friends. My GPS got lost at the last intersection and I had to be fetched, and then, my key got stuck in the ignition, which in turn was stuck in the ON position. Had to disconnect the battery from the starter in order to shut down the car. My friends helped out with AAA and rides. The ignition cylinder had to be replaced and new keys made. $500.00. Towing was free, because I have awesome friends. I still stayed and enjoyed the parade and my friend’s company.
My hard-won savings is quite rapidly diminishing. I hate that the money I put aside for the car is actually being used for the car, and I also hate that its being used up so fucking fast. Stupid american-made piece of shit.
Lets move on to HEALTH:
A lot has been going on on the health front. No, I’m not sick, as far as I know. I was just finally getting around to seeing specialists for a bunch of chronic discomforts that have been afflicting me for quite some time. Most recently, I went and saw a dermatologist to get my crap skin looked at. I’ve had problems with painful infections in certain sensitive areas since my early teens, as well as sensitive skin and run-of-the-mill acne. So now I am on mild oral and topical antibiotics.
Unanticipated bonus? These antibiotics seemed to have cleared up my sinuses, which have been congested and drippy since 2006. I had actually forgotten what it is like not have post-nasal drip. Last week, I woke up, sprawled on my belly, and felt the strange sensation of cool morning air FILL my nose. Can I smell better? I don’t know, I hope so! Despite that, this season’s wet and humid weather is still aggravating my asthma, alas. But life without postnasal drip is awesome.
It’s true, what they say, that (for any value of “IT”) you never know how good you had it until it is gone, but I think you also can’t know how good it IS until it comes back.
Beginning of May, I had a physical done. Bloodwork, third degree, pokes and prods, the works. Even though I’m a fatty mcfatterson with “horrible” BMI, the only blip in my health metrics is my cholesterol. Slightly elevated, which considering my family history and lack of exercize, doesn’t suprise me at all.
Mid-April, I had my thyroid looked at. It felt firm and lumpy to me, so the doc sent me to get an ultrasound, and they found several nodes, two of which were suspicious-looking. So a biopsy was done, which sucked balls, I tell you, BALLS. I had the strangest reaction after the procedure was done. Emotionally I felt fine, relieved that it was over. Then I started getting the shakes, deep tremors in my hands and knees. Then, for no reason at all, tears started spilling out of my eyes. Even though the only emotion I felt was embarrassment. What the hell was I crying for, yanno? The procedure didn’t even hurt all THAT much. (They injected the area with local anesthetic, lidocaine. All I felt was pressure and a slight achey discomfort, as if they were prodding a new bruise.) The only explanation I could come up for it was my lizard brain hijacking my limbic system to express the pain at the violation my body knew it felt. Either that or it was a tension-releasing catharsis response to denied fight-or-flight instincts. Personally I like the former explanation better.
The results from the biopsy showed everything is fine. My body isnt trying to kill me yet. So that’s the good news.
Up next: dating updates and a bike ride/tour!