Updates of a not very exciting nature

I got my air purifier about two days ago. Set it up next to the bed, which drops the sexiness of my bedroom setup significantly. On the other hand, I can now breathe, and I have pretty much stopped coughing, so I've stopped losing sexy points based on snot and hacking. I'm calling it good. The air purifier is not the Tesla Roadster of air purifiers, but it might be the Infiniti G Coupe. It has a remote control, which is necessary to switch between several different operating modes. There is an owner's manual which is not as large as the one for my car, but larger than the one on the last audio equipment I bought. It has an automatic mode, in which it senses concentration of crap in the air and responds. Like most people probably would be, I said "Yeah right" about this. But lo, if you stand next to the machine while it's on auto and fart, it spins up to a higher mode. Little things impress me.

In other news, I still have no test results. I do, however, have an appointment with my doctor on Friday. Perhaps by then, they will have resolved the records problem. Or, you know, not. Since my initial episode, I've had about three more, though none were nearly as severe as the first one. I have some remaining concern about whether I'm having small strokes, or perhaps a brain tumor, or something similarly awful that will either kill me soon or render me some sort of vegetable. I'm particularly concerned about the vegetable part. triadruid offered to take me in to have "DNR" tattooed on my chest, if it would make me feel better about things. Which, of course, it bloody well would.

Other than that, I'm just freaking busy all the time. I get to go to Nebraska next week, woo hoo. Actually, I am pretty excited about that. I've never been to Nebraska, so I get to mark it off the list of states I've never been to. And, if that weren't enough, the Omaha zoo has the world's largest indoor swamp. I absolutely must see that. Strangely, though, it's not generating much interest in my traveling companions.

Updates of a not very exciting nature

I got my air purifier about two days ago. Set it up next to the bed, which drops the sexiness of my bedroom setup significantly. On the other hand, I can now breathe, and I have pretty much stopped coughing, so I've stopped losing sexy points based on snot and hacking. I'm calling it good. The air purifier is not the Tesla Roadster of air purifiers, but it might be the Infiniti G Coupe. It has a remote control, which is necessary to switch between several different operating modes. There is an owner's manual which is not as large as the one for my car, but larger than the one on the last audio equipment I bought. It has an automatic mode, in which it senses concentration of crap in the air and responds. Like most people probably would be, I said "Yeah right" about this. But lo, if you stand next to the machine while it's on auto and fart, it spins up to a higher mode. Little things impress me.

In other news, I still have no test results. I do, however, have an appointment with my doctor on Friday. Perhaps by then, they will have resolved the records problem. Or, you know, not. Since my initial episode, I've had about three more, though none were nearly as severe as the first one. I have some remaining concern about whether I'm having small strokes, or perhaps a brain tumor, or something similarly awful that will either kill me soon or render me some sort of vegetable. I'm particularly concerned about the vegetable part. triadruid offered to take me in to have "DNR" tattooed on my chest, if it would make me feel better about things. Which, of course, it bloody well would.

Other than that, I'm just freaking busy all the time. I get to go to Nebraska next week, woo hoo. Actually, I am pretty excited about that. I've never been to Nebraska, so I get to mark it off the list of states I've never been to. And, if that weren't enough, the Omaha zoo has the world's largest indoor swamp. I absolutely must see that. Strangely, though, it's not generating much interest in my traveling companions.