For 48 years, I never went to the ER. Not even once.
I had no need to. I was in generally good health and stayed out of trouble. ER was a place for burn victims, car accidents, and heart attacks.
It was a place for emergencies – which is why it is it the ER.

I have been to the ER twice this year so far and within six months.
Poooofff… It just kind of blow my mind. My mom and Jason, by extension, felt that I was in an emergency and so carted away I was although I didn’t perceive myself to be an emergency.

I would not have placed my bloody leg and infected wound on the same tier as stroke victim.
Nor would I have equated my stomach bug, which left me highly dehydrated, with a tool shop incident.
— Which is what brought me into the ER yesterday. A stomach bug of all things.
A day of rest and Kool-Aid would have done the trick I think, but no. Mom escorted me to the ER where I was placed on a saline drip and had blood drawn. They tested me for Covid.
That was interesting as I never had that done before. Who knew I could feel violated by having something stuck up my nose really far?

Obviously, an infected leg and dehydration isn’t on the same level. If those happened to happen while I was there, I would fully expect to be pushed to the side.
But the idea that they would see me at all and not continually stand ready for high level incidents just boggles the mind. That’s what they’re supposed to do, not kiss boo-boos and make them better.

But, yet, the attending doctors seem okay with it.
Maybe it just gives them something to do between crises.

To my credit, I didn’t fight mom this time about going. Rather, I just lowered my head and meekly followed along as she got a call… I’m guessing a call or a text… from Jason stating that I was in distress that morning. – Which I was, I was so dehydrated that I felt the muscle pulling from my leg bones. I guess Jason heard my whining from the bedroom.

— Which begs the question as to why he didn’t check on me.
He heard I was in distress but didn’t get out of bed.
Does that mean he didn’t care… ? Or he was trying to preserve a shred of my personal pride by not seeing me tied into knots practically crying in pain?

Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t matter.

But I know I would have gotten up if I heard him.

I think I’m still fairly dehydrated today.
Actually, it’s rather helpful. I haven’t had any 911 runs to the bathroom like I usually do.
– The joys of having and overactive bladder.
But, no, not when I’m dehydrated. At least there’s a small perk.

I have noticed that since yesterday that I’ve had little interest in resuming games.
This would be PuzzleQuest 3, Gens of War, and Periodot with Pickman as an honorable mention. They just don’t seem to have the same urgency and priority as they did before. Actually, I wonder why I invest time in them at all when they’re all obviously money sinks. They’re in it for the money and continually strive to add features, functions, and restrictions to cause credit card numbers go flying.

I can respect that.
Even programmers need to eat.

But that doesn’t mean that they have to take my money.
Why should I bother when I get so little satisfaction back? My time would be better spent reading and I have a lot to read.

I dunno. Course corrections needed I guess.
Maybe there’s a good balance where I can have something in common with Jason and still reduce the amount of pages I’m behind.

Let’s see… tomorrow I have Dr. S. but that’s not until 3:30.
This is vastly different than my AM appointment but she’s trying to catch up from some sort of mysterious family emergency. So, it’s okay. I’ll be weighed, asked about my meds, and pushed out the door. It seems like a poor exchange for nearly an hour of driving but it’s needed, I guess.

So, instead of heading to the gym or sleeping in… as if I’m capable of that… I’ll mow the grass before it becomes too hot. The heat index is supposed to be over 100 tomorrow… and I’ll nail Karen’s yard while I’m at it to collect the $40. That’ll help fill the gas tank. Then, I’ll cool off and plan to scrub the shower or steam the floor. It’s been a little while since I’ve pulled out the couches and got all of the cat treats for underneath them. Shortly after I return, little sister should drop off dinner – Red Lobster.

It sounds like an eventful day.

Who knows what will happen Friday… maybe gym with Jason. Since he’s been diagnosed as diabetic without issue, I’m hoping that gym trips won’t be like pulling teeth, especially when the weather is so hot outside. It’s been a couple of weeks since we’ve been to Mancinos too.

Jason is diabetic. I wouldn’t have seen that coming. Honestly.
But it is what it is what it is… and it’s not bad. It could be a lot worse. His attention to supplements and my pushing on him to stay active probably helped him from becoming full-blown diabetic.

I’ve started watching Mask Girl on Netflix.
I enjoyed the episodes about Mask Girl, her victims, and even her victim’s mother who was out for revenge.
But now I’ve gotten to her daughter and her little lesbian friend. My interest in the show has plummeted. I guess I’ll finish out the show since it’s only seven episodes but if it was any longer, I’d drop it like a hot rock. I don’t know why. I appreciate this style of story telling and have been trying to open myself up to different culture’s take on how they tell stories and create shows. Maybe it’s just because all of the other episodes were centered around adults and this one is teenagers. Teenagers are in anime, not in adult thrilled/drama.

I should have taken it easy today.
After all, I was just in the ER yesterday but of course I didn’t.

But that’s just me. I got to do that or I don’t have anything.