OK, make that delivery time “probably after 10 p.m.” Which is fine by me.
The e-mail notification must have gone our at the same time I got a robocall with exact same message.
Mostly sharing, though, because the way their system stated the adjusted time window struck me as funny. Yes, I imagine the delivery will show up at some point after 6 p.m., considering it was already a couple of hours after that when the message went out 🙄
Cool, I managed to get a technically same-day delivery slot again 🤗
(Which should be 9-10 p.m., since that was the only 1-hr slot still showing as open. Saved £3 booking the rough 4-hr window, instead of specifying the hour. Doubt they’ll show up before 9:00, considering, but I should be home the whole evening anyway.)
Anyway, I’d been meaning to put in another grocery order for bulkier items plus some I can’t get within walking distance now. Even better, that should save me from having to go out tomorrow, and try to lug home more cat litter and wet cat food 😵 I can also get larger sizes of both if someone else will bring it to the door.
With Mr. C gone for several days still, the litter is what finally prompted me to go ahead and schedule a delivery. Was expecting Friday at the earliest, but a pleasant surprise this time.
Well, that’s a new one 🤔
It’s not scraped or anything. The best I can tell, that’s a weird trash bag handle pinch mark, from carrying them out to the curb. Sort of like a half-assed blood blister. None of the bags were even that heavy ¯_(ツ)_/¯
(It also doesn’t actively hurt or anything. Just, wtf?!)
Blaming lousy collagen. Which usually seems to be a safe bet whenever strange skin things happen.
Thinking again that the main reason I have run into so many problems trying to deal with the NHS that I’m currently just having to go without treatment for some serious health problems is probably a combo deal.
Mainly consisting of (a) more things working against me wrt discrimination, and (b) much less/not as effective support available as a disabled foreigner trying to navigate an unfamiliar system. Set up so that it’s much harder to just find someone else to see who might treat you more like an actual person, rather than a weird and exasperating waste of increasingly limited time and resources.
Add in © getting sicker making it harder for your autistic ass to even hold onto communicative speech on a normal day–much less in a more stressful situation–and that can further complicate just about anything.
(And I have to say that the current state of the US healthcare system likely does not help with some perceptions there. On a couple of fronts. Kinda tying in with the too-popular scapegoating of “NHS tourists” as somehow responsible for the austerity undrrfunding mess. People working in the system are not magically exempt.)
At least I am less inclined to blame myself for all of the difficulties now, while well aware that probably 90%+ of people not facing the same combination of garbage totally would. Still very short on feasible workarounds, though.
Sometimes I’m sorry that I haven’t managed to get back to the US at all in almost 10 years now. Sometimes, I’m really really not.
I couldn’t help but think again that some problems might have been at least partially headed off if anyone had pointed some things out to me growing up.
Including that there are actual reasons some people will not fit into single digit clothing sizes, beyond the ever-popular “lack of sufficient determination” 😵 No matter how hard a person might try, things like ribcages and shoulders are pretty hard size limits.
(Even proceeding off the assumption that the base expectations are reasonable, which of course they are not. At all.)
What’s even more disturbing, though, is the number of otherwise mostly rational adults who do not seem to understand this–or want to. Including my mother with her own body issues, the best I can figure, but that’s a story of its own.
Mr. C is off to Düsseldorf for the rest of the week, for some professional conference.
I was looking at their website out of idle curiosity and because I’m bored this evening, and I couldn’t help but be impressed again at just how pricey these things tend to run. I mean, I know that field tends to pay pretty well, and hopefully speakers get comped somewhat. (Not guaranteed, but hey.)
But, $750 early bird registration, before the €149/night (€169 sharing) special room rate? 😱 Still plenty of room for sticker shock there.
This is also the only time I can remember that a virus is making my asthma flare up, without being super snotty to help trigger it. Weird.
It took me a while to even put together that it’s probably this virus doing it. Guessing it’s not coincidental, though.
I’m also getting a weird rash on my stomach now 🤔 It’s been itching for a while, but I just noticed that a blistery rash is coming up. (Only there so far. *fingers crossed*)
I’m really good at breaking out, but something else that doesn’t seem entirely coincidental.
Time for some hydrocortisone cream and some sleep, I think.
I don’t want to come across as whining excessively. But, I really don’t like getting Muggle sick on top of the existing shit. Not least because it usually fucks up my blood sugar for weeks.
This is also the only time I can remember that a virus is making my asthma flare up, without being super snotty to help trigger it. Weird.
It took me a while to even put together that it’s probably this virus doing it. Guessing it’s not coincidental, though.
I’m also getting a weird rash on my stomach now 🤔 It’s been itching for a while, but I just noticed that a blistery rash is coming up. (Only there so far. *fingers crossed*)
I’m really good at breaking out, but something else that doesn’t seem entirely coincidental.
Time for some hydrocortisone cream and some sleep, I think.
This is also the only time I can remember that a virus is making my asthma flare up, without being super snotty to help trigger it. Weird.
It took me a while to even put together that it’s probably this virus doing it. Guessing it’s not coincidental, though.
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