4,084
4,084 is the number of new email messages I have in one of my email accounts. I have a TON of email accounts, four personal ones that I remember the passwords to. One is the old address from when I was married (which has the thousands of messages), one is my present one, one is for a Facebook page I am an editor on, and one is for this blog so that my real name isn't attached to it because I'm so paranoid about work and personal life finding each other, making out, and then ending badly. Is that not an absurd number? Both of the number of email accounts and number of new messages in one of them? I think so. But I shall never condense them because then my worlds would collide and that cannot happen.
Weekend
I made my first Blue Apron meal on Friday, seared cod with spring vegetables and a lemon-mustard vinaigrette. It turned out well and I didn't poison either myself or the Bat so it was a win. Tomorrow I'm making steak and potatoes, which sounds simple enough but, based on the amount of prep work I did today, is more complex than you'd think. I enjoy cooking when the heavy lifting (i.e. ingredients gathering and instructions writing) is done for me. I think this service is going to work out for me and I suggested to the Bat that when we have a weekend with his parents at the new house, I change one of my deliveries to four people so I can cook for all of us. He's on board.
We did not go to the new place this weekend because stuff having to do with buying houses I don't understand. Instead, the Bat helped me change my sparkplugs, air filter, and top up some fluids. I even changed out my windshield wipers so that I can see when it rains. A bit of closing the barn doors after the horse has run out since Texas already went through its 45 days of rain, storms, and flooding, but still, there was drizzle today and it was amazing to have working wipers. It was also awesome to change out my own sparkplugs because now I know how to do it and can do it on my own so long as I have the right tools. Saves a ton of money.
Wow
Tomorrow marks four years since I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. I was diagnosed after having optic neuritis when I lost almost complete vision in my right eye. I never really forget about that but J and I were emailing back and forth about stuff today and I remembered what it as like when I was going through it. I saw this fat fucking neuro-ophthalmologist who was a total dick and made me cry. I would have J drop me off for my appointments because I knew they would take forever and I didn't want him to see how hard they were for me. I'd have to sit and click a button whenever I saw or sensed a light. Well, when you can't see shit our of an eye, that is difficult. The tech would tell me to click the button even if I sensed a light but every time I blinked I'd have to spend two minutes trying to refocus to see the middle light so it was a nightmare. I'd cry almost every time, trying really hard not to because that would just make it last longer but it was so painful. Between that and having to stay still with my eye open for an optic CT or some such test, it was a horror show.
But here I am now and, for the most part, MS is just there, like my cat. Actually, I worry more about Bubbles more than I do my disease most times. The shots will always suck and I'll always be really nervous about neurology visits and MRIs but it's nowhere near what it was when I was first diagnosed.
For that I am grateful.
4,084 is the number of new email messages I have in one of my email accounts. I have a TON of email accounts, four personal ones that I remember the passwords to. One is the old address from when I was married (which has the thousands of messages), one is my present one, one is for a Facebook page I am an editor on, and one is for this blog so that my real name isn't attached to it because I'm so paranoid about work and personal life finding each other, making out, and then ending badly. Is that not an absurd number? Both of the number of email accounts and number of new messages in one of them? I think so. But I shall never condense them because then my worlds would collide and that cannot happen.
Weekend
I made my first Blue Apron meal on Friday, seared cod with spring vegetables and a lemon-mustard vinaigrette. It turned out well and I didn't poison either myself or the Bat so it was a win. Tomorrow I'm making steak and potatoes, which sounds simple enough but, based on the amount of prep work I did today, is more complex than you'd think. I enjoy cooking when the heavy lifting (i.e. ingredients gathering and instructions writing) is done for me. I think this service is going to work out for me and I suggested to the Bat that when we have a weekend with his parents at the new house, I change one of my deliveries to four people so I can cook for all of us. He's on board.
We did not go to the new place this weekend because stuff having to do with buying houses I don't understand. Instead, the Bat helped me change my sparkplugs, air filter, and top up some fluids. I even changed out my windshield wipers so that I can see when it rains. A bit of closing the barn doors after the horse has run out since Texas already went through its 45 days of rain, storms, and flooding, but still, there was drizzle today and it was amazing to have working wipers. It was also awesome to change out my own sparkplugs because now I know how to do it and can do it on my own so long as I have the right tools. Saves a ton of money.
Wow
Tomorrow marks four years since I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. I was diagnosed after having optic neuritis when I lost almost complete vision in my right eye. I never really forget about that but J and I were emailing back and forth about stuff today and I remembered what it as like when I was going through it. I saw this fat fucking neuro-ophthalmologist who was a total dick and made me cry. I would have J drop me off for my appointments because I knew they would take forever and I didn't want him to see how hard they were for me. I'd have to sit and click a button whenever I saw or sensed a light. Well, when you can't see shit our of an eye, that is difficult. The tech would tell me to click the button even if I sensed a light but every time I blinked I'd have to spend two minutes trying to refocus to see the middle light so it was a nightmare. I'd cry almost every time, trying really hard not to because that would just make it last longer but it was so painful. Between that and having to stay still with my eye open for an optic CT or some such test, it was a horror show.
But here I am now and, for the most part, MS is just there, like my cat. Actually, I worry more about Bubbles more than I do my disease most times. The shots will always suck and I'll always be really nervous about neurology visits and MRIs but it's nowhere near what it was when I was first diagnosed.
For that I am grateful.
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