Beard Trim Bound

It’s almost 2:20am and I’m still up and I’m pissed! I have been having a great f@cking day, now I woke up this morning feeling about the same as usual…but around 11:30am I got a boost of energy so I decided “hey I just got some new glasses the other day, so lets go get a hot shave and beard trim” so I get in the shower get my self going grab a couple boosts and I’m out the door.

I called ahead to the barbershop, Friends Barbershop up in the Johns Creek area, they told me to come one in they could get to me shortly. So I get up there, I was gonna have to wait for a bit, so I grabbed a drink and a magazine and waited for my turn in the chair.

Not too long and I was in the chair getting the barbers cape thrown over me, so I told them what I wanted and they went to work, cleaned up my beard, trimmed and straight razor complete! I’m paying and out the door, as I get out to the car my phone starts having a stroke, lol…then dead. Its done for. Luckily I’m right near the phone store.

So, I zip into Verizon and tell them what happened. they’re surprised the phone I had lasted me this long, apparently life span of smart phones is around 2 years…I’ve had my droid for almost 5…what can I say I have always taken good care of my things…part of the habitual OCD that comes with being a CFer. So, I plug it up at the store so they can see what’s wrong with it, and that it wasn’t something I did. Just wear and tear, so I look around for a bit, mind you I’m still a little behind on the whole tech, social media, phones, all that mess world. I just have many other things that come first and stuff like that is secondary or more like vigenary (20th).  “And for the record the progression is: 1st = primary, 2nd = secondary, 3rd = tertiary, 4th = quaternary, 5th = quinary, 6th = senary, 7th = septenary, 8th = octonary, 9th = nonary, 10th = denary, 12th = duodenary and 20th = vigenary.” -oxford dictionary.

Anyways..lol…so pick out a new phone after looking for a bit, one of the things that bothers me about these smartphones I how big they all are almost like DVD cases. not to mention being $400.00-$800.00 for a damn cell phone, wow. But I find one that’s probably the smallest one in the store width, and height-wise. I get all my stuff backed up and transferred to the new phone, decide I wanna use it for a few days to decide what kind of case I want to get etc. So, they slap the couple extra per month onto my bill and test call me and I’m out of there. I will say they’re pretty damn efficient, even if they’re trying to upsell you until the second you set foot out the door, no worries its sales, I get it.

I stop by the “adult beverage store” as I’ve had a pretty long day and am gonna need a stiff one when I get home and decide to eat some dinner, we had soft tacos, one of my favs. And I continue on with my night messing with my new phone getting it set up just like I like/want. I get comfy in bed and then all of a sudden my stomach tightens up…”damn it I know what this means, so off to the bathroom…but, nothing happens, nothing happens, and still nothing happens. Now, I’m not gonna get to graphic but, I’m dying here straining, and turning red, lol. Well, after over an hour I say screw this, jump into a scalding hot shower and head back to bed, but with that feeling still, which is one of the worst…id rather be anything than bound up…ahhh. Oh well, just CF life.

Well, now its 3:20am and I’m still awake with a stomach ache, this sucks. hopefully ill be able to sleep soon, but who knows. So I sit here figuring out all the little peccadillos of my new phone, down to the background of my txt messaging screen…lol. Here’s the old OCD again, everything has to be PERFECT.  Moreover, balance, categorized, and even symmetrical, down to how many screens I can slide between…1 home and 2 on either side…you know cuz balance…lol.

BUT, its giving me something to do, so I’m cool with that. I have made my second adult beverage (wild turkey…just FYI) and am gonna find a good movie to watch…hope everyone’s weekend plans are set, and enjoy them!

GOODNIGHT!

 

 

 

 

 

Routine Extraction

Wake up: 8:30 am (feeling pretty good today)

Make some tea and have an orange and a couple of doughnuts: 9:30 am (not having too much trouble today, must be one of the good ones.)

Take the dog for a walk and stretch/get some fresh air: 10:15 am-11:00 am (nice weather finally)

11:15 am – 2:00 pm: bathroom routine, and shower (extra long shower enjoying the hot water after a long walk)

2:15 pm: make some lunch, and watch a bit of TV (Tuna sandwich and chicken noodle soup, and this new show called “Taboo” which I must say is pretty cool, weird but cool)

4:00 pm: making some phone calls, handling my daily routine of household stuff, cleaning etc. (reveling in the fact that today isn’t really too rough)

5:00 pm: got to talk to my Dad for a good little while (something I don’t get to do too often)

Really having a pretty nice, and normal day…enjoying the weather and playing with my dog, as well as catching up on some stuff I’ve been putting off…can’t complain.

And then my luck rears it’s head and the routine turns to shit!…As I am eating a late afternoon snack I take a bite of seafood pasta, suddenly I feel it. I bite down on a piece of shell, and CRUNCH…one of my teeth breaks…son of a bitch! I run to the bathroom and start examining my mouth, rinsing with mouthwash and getting out my floss sticks to make sure everything is ok. It isn’t…I realize I have broken my back molar and a rather large piece of the side has come off. F@CK ME!! This is just my luck, as I am taking the nice day for granted I get a visit from reality…

So, with CF I have a serious vitamin deficiency, mainly ADEK. One of the thing’s I have come to accept about the Cystic Fibrosis is this: weak bones, weak joints, rapid aging of the body and it’s components. And, just as I am eating my snack it comes back onto me like a ton of bricks…I will be dealing with this kind of bullshit for the rest of my life.

Now, tomorrow when I wake up I will have to call the dentist, and be prepared to be told “you need an extraction” being that the last time I had a serious dental emergency that is what I needed. I am expecting to have a pretty crappy couple of week waiting for an appointment, and trying to figure out how I am going to pay for what I hope is a routine procedure, but due to the nature of CF and the poor health of my body in general, I am expecting the worst. “William you need an extraction of your back right molar, we don’t have any opening for a month, and your dental insurance doesn’t cover this kind of stuff, it will cost around $1500.00.”

You get used to dealing with problems on a regular basis with something like CF, and this is definitely one of the more jarring and miserable ones, as my body deteriorates at an expedited pace. So, here we go…ill find out what is going to come next tomorrow when I call my dentist. FML!