What Are You Doing?

Can't just put a kiddie pool in the living room (I knew someone who did that part) and throw a toaster oven in it to heat it up (DANGER WILL ROBINSON!)?

 

My attitude is this "aim of argument is progress".

I have been too much too near someone with battle+competition attitude.

If I see it, I walk away.

 

Making a mug of decaf green tea to finally wind down after a long and stressful late afternoon-early evening. I had to go to Urgent Care to renew my BP stabilizer scrip because I don't currently have a primary care physician. The one my insurance company automatically assigned to me when my doctor retired no longer accepts my insurance.

Plus side: Lilacs and other flowers are blooming, so the air smelled fantastic. I love the smell of L.A. in the Spring. Our weird weather patterns make plants from various regions grow together nicely, so the unusual combination of flowers smells amazing.

*Passes Twin Dragon Almond Cookies*

Cookie?

 

Oh man! when I was a Pharmacy Technician, this is one of the things I hated... since someone's life is in stake here.

 

Pretty sure they found that to be quite the shocking experience.

 

Tell me about it. I take a combo of two and had taken the last dose of one of them on Friday night, and was in a panic because I'd been trying to get a doc appointment since I got home. Then there were no available Urgent Care appointments on Saturday, and I finally snagged the last available appointment today. Fortunately when I took the last dose on Friday night, I took it a couple of hours late to buy more time before it wore off. So although it was higher than my norm, it wasn't too high. (Not recommended to play around with BP meds, by the way. But ya gotta do what ya gotta do!) Needless to say there was a lot of breath control going on around here for the past couple of days.

It's all good though, and panic over. Doc was kind enough to write me a scrip for two months so I'll have more time to find a new primary care physician.

 

Working on my WIP, with a bit of speed bump.
Trying to figure out if Cor should administer a
cocktail of meds to keep her from simply falling
over from over exertion. Thinking that it would be
a really risky move for her, but would pretty much
kill anyone else. Thinking of having her inject it
directly into her brain via the eye socket.
Speed bump being, I am not sure what should happen
after the fact. Since she isn't human, and is extremely
fatigued, but must keep going for a while longer before
her and Sarge can rest for a while. Wondering what kind
of effects this extreme measure will have on Cor in the
short term. Kinda want to have some kind of alternate
persona toss her main one in the back seat, adding just
a bit more to the story.
Not sure on the persona that crops up though...
Kinda torn between being a manifest of one of her old
torture victims, or a character based around a Fairy Tale
she read from a book in the first book.
I need help on choosing, cause both are equally plausible
within my WIP's established rules.

Help me Obee-Juan KinOby, you're my only hope.

 

If you're writing horror, congratulations CT. While reading your description I just said, "Aaaaaaaaaah!" out loud, kind of like the kid in Home Alone.

 

Well I think Grim falls into the Horror aspect, and
does take place during a war. So kinda.

 

I have issues with injection directly into the eye socket. You said your character isn't human, but still, while the eye-socket thing makes for really skin-crawly imagery, there's just so much else going on there that I think the most likely result would be temporary blindness at a minimum. It's gonna be hard for me to sustain disbelief on something like that.

Now a drug-infused trans-optical "patch" like a doped up contact lens, on the other hand, sounds pretty cool and SF-y to me.

 

Do you mean Finnish having a sauna?....
....
.. I'm sorry I'm like this....

Rap it or wrap it?

.......that seems terribly under thought through.

Soo that's why everybody called my grandpa old drug eye.

Sitting here with the little dog listening to music trying to get myself to keep getting around for the morning. Woke up a six despite going to sleep at three but just been moving slowly. It's only seven twenty something though so it's fine.

Last week was all run run this week's still busy but should be spread out enough for me to get my bearings more. Today's a Monday so a lot of planning and prep stuff for the first half of the the day then a job interview again tonight that got rescheduled.

Ok..let's get back into this morning thing.

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Finnish_sauna

I mean that if Moon is really thinking about "installing" sauna, he should think about isolation, water/moist isolation, air ventilation and everything else very seriously.

If you put inside a house room or two with hot temperature and highly moist air + washing +... you make big, big risks for the structures of that house. That moist goes everywhere it can go and if it goes to wrong places you get problems with mould, fungus, silverffish...

If someone wants to have a sauna, it's best to design it before building and make all the structural choices to fit that level of heat and moist that having sauna every day for several hours would make.

I need 5-10 litres of water to throw me some löyly while one complete sauna session. It means that much water in air, as steam. All the structures must be able to deal with that or house wuold be ruined in few years.

If we can build our saunas outside those houses that are for living, be like to do it here. Then the houses are secured from that level of humidity. But in urban areas this is not possible, so we must content to having saunas inside our apartments.

If we could choose our saunas without paying attention to all kinds of limitations of realism, most Finns would choose a log cabbin in the shore of some beautiful lake and far from neighbours, wood powered kiuas (sauna stove?)...

 

All interesting stuff and I know what you meant by sauna. I was just making bit of silly word play. Finish having a sauna .. Finnish having a sauna. Twas a pun twas.

 

Ugh, ever have those moments where you're trying to write an emotional scene but the characters come off as wooden as possible?

Amity: *after entire town goes up in flames, family captured by bad guys and daughter is MIA* "I cry softly while cradling this dying man."

 

I know.

But you know... I'm a Finn. And we are talking about sauna...

 

Sponsorship...green cards... marriage...bleh. This is going to be harder than raising a brat from the looks of it. Gotta wonder if it's this much of a pain in Denmark. Though, I don't speak a word of Danish nor do I wanna get taken by uber high taxation....

Dilemmas, dilemmas. Always a dilemma.

Anyway, lunchtime here and this bastard wants a Chicken sandwich, so off to Chick-fil-A he goes.

 

@Alan Aspie I looked up a video on saunas but didn't really learn much, so I plan on speaking to the owner of Russian bath, just to see how he does it. If we end up staying in the US, I'll need a bigger home to build the sauna in the backyard as my current one lacks the space.

I could get rid of the guest house, but then my plan to put Pusser in there, as I don't want Ylfa to get rid of the kitty, would need to be reworked.

 

Interesting. Thank you, and back to the proverbial drawing board I go.

 

Ultrasound visit after ten weeks. Huh. In ten weeks that bump will be showing...oddly interesting/mildly horrifying.

Chick-fil-A was, as usual, damn good. Never had a bad meal from there. Now I'm off to a property I'm flipping by Central Park. Apparently a flood happened upstairs and we've got some damage. Fuuuuuucccccckkkkk

 

Not necessarily on the outside, but ultrasound, yes.
I was 6 months pregnant when I came to Ireland, and nobody said a thing. The locals didn't even know I was pregnant, so between that and the x amount of guards and our arrests on the day they took Hope from us, I can see how the story that we'd stolen her came about.

Well, you said you wanted a sauna...

 

I used to call mine Mister Peanut at this point. It wasn't until we were through the first trimester that we started talking actual names.

 

I was once a narcissist that would argue to win. Had a friendly argument with my teen dawta many moons ago about a travel route, and had a light bulb moment that I actually had no proof my way was the best.

Took me a number of years to fully cleanse myself ot this delusion and cease win-lose arguing. The huge paradigm shift during my psych ward stay cemented the understanding.

There are times, like you, as soon as I realise the other's attittude, I'll walk away from them, but as my inner peace, insight and communication skills developed, I'll attempt to understand the other more and try to find a way to help them see the delusion they're in and the irrationality of right-wrong thinking, which is subject to the particulars of each convo of course, as sometimes there is an objective right and wrong of a matter.

My interaction cut-off point with messed up folks, and we''re all messed up in some manner, has gone up quite a few notches.

A story from 2008

Spoiler

The steering wheel incident

Here's another story involving the bait diver. Back in 2008 while rehabilitating at my brother and sis in law's place, my brother and I were heading to town. My rehab was going well so I wanted to drive. My brother seemed quite relaxed about this. He prefers riding motorbikes, and this car was a stock standard buzz box. If he was going to enjoy a drive, he prefers something highly modified, fast and loud.

A coupe of minutes into the pleasant relaxed drive and conversation, he abruptly changed the subject and declared, "You're not holding the steering wheel right!"
"Say what?, I joyfully enquired. His frustration must have disturbed him to the point where silence was no longer an option. I continued, "What do you mean I'm not holding it right, I have my hands on the wheel, we haven't driven off the road, crashed into anything?"

He responded, "Nooo, you're not holding it right, you are meant to be seated closer so your arms are bent at the elbows thus, and you're meant to have your hands at this height and spread apart on the wheel thus."
I semi rhetorically asked, "Have I driven off the road, have I run into the car in front of us, have I hit that tree over there?...nooo, then I must be holding the steering wheel enough to be termed 'correct'."
"NO", he asserted in more frustration, "That is not the correct way to hold a steering wheel."

"Look, brother", realizing he is deeply fixed in 'I'm right, you're wrong' mode, "regardless of whether I employ my way of holding the wheel or your way, the result is still the same, yes?...that I'm driving efficiently and safely on the road. So to me, it's not about right and wrong steering wheel holding, but simply that we each have our own personal preference. That in this particular situation we're having, there's no right and wrong way to hold this steering wheel, we each have our specific style we like to use, and both styles result in the same quality of driving."

"NOO, oh you idiot", my way is right and your way is wrong!"
I smiled and calmly replied, "But big brother, have I run off the road, have I hit that car in front of me, have I hit any trees?...nooo, then my style of holding the steering wheel seems to be quite sufficient for driving."

He throws up his hands in exasperated abandonment of the conversation.

It seemed to me my brother wasn't suffering from my actual driving, but only from his failed attempts to get me to conform to his perception of reality, for there was nothing wrong with my driving that would cause harm to us or the vehicle, therefore I theorised the suffering he was experiencing came from his inability to accept and lovingly allow me to live beyond the pages of his 'rules for living' handbook that's lodged firmly in his mindtank.

I imagine he ended the conversation because it might've led to him examining himself and becoming more aware that the problem was not my driving style, but his attitude towards others who don't live according to his rules and regulations, his personal preferences and beliefs.

I also imagine the conversation could've continued if I also went into 'right-wrong' mode. There could've been a fiesty competition to see who's 'right' won the day. We could've spent hours offering up our data that proves our version of driving was correct, or at least, more correct. We could also engage in mocking the other's version. Devaluing one gives the appearance the other is better. There would be conflict. Both can't be right. One has to survive, the other has to be destroyed. Lives are at stake.

I Imagined all these possibilities, but due to my profound experiences in the psych ward a few months earlier, I saw no benefit for either of us within these types of interactions, so I calmly allowed him to express whatever he needed to, and I felt no need or desire to respond to his emotionally charged comments any further.

True story.

 

Baking cookies and flapjacks (the oat kind) for my boyfriend and thinking about a discussion I plan to have tomorrow.

 

Is it time to congratulate you too?

 

*Double-doses birth control*

I'm totally kidding. You can't do that.