I Told Him Not To Get Me Sick

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Hubby came home from work today complaining that he felt like shit. I begged him to stay away from me because I really don’t want to get sick again. Even though I’m trying to eat healthier and taking vitamins again I’ve been sick a lot this summer.

I swear if anyone has picked up a virus this summer it’s been transmitted back to me. If someone sick uses one of those pens on a chain at the bank and then I use it, I’m picking up their germs. If someone touches a grocery cart before me, I’m picking up their germs. As much as I’m anti-antibacterial most of the time (I think it promotes the growth of super germs), this summer I’ve carried hand gel everywhere.

So when Hubby started hurling about an hour after he got home I told him I didn’t want to be mean, but I was staying away from him. It’s got to be bad if it makes Hubby hurl. He never hurls. Me on the other hand, I can make myself puke by just thinking about it long enough.

On top of being in and out of the bathroom, Hubby pulled a hamstring. He’s tried to spend most of the evening laying in bed watching tv, but I’ve seen him hobbling back and forth to the bathroom many times. Within a couple hours it was killing him just trying to move it into another position on the bed. The muscle has tightened up on him.

It upsets me seeing the poor guy in so much pain and sick at the same time, so I finally gave in. I ran an epsom salt bath for him, gave him one of his muscle relaxers, and helped him into the tub. He soaked for awhile, then I helped him out, put him back to bed, and rubbed some Freeze It on his leg. Then I quickly retreated back to my office to hide from his germs hoping I hadn’t already picked them up.

I went back to check on him around midnight, and he was sound asleep.  I decided to jump in the shower while he wasn’t blowing it out both ends in the bathroom.  I had just lathered my hair up with shampoo when I heard him stumble in and yack.

Now puking doesn’t bother me.  I can hold your hair all night if I need to, but something changed tonight.  As soon as I heard him I felt my stomach flop.  I sat down on the edge of the tub, put my head between my legs and hurled my guts out as the water from the shower pounded on my head.  I sat there like that until the water went cold on me, then I finally made myself finish my shower quickly.

I barely made it out of the tub and to the toilet before I started puking again.   Damn him, he gave me his germs.  I’d like to say my puking sequence is finished, but I’ve had to make a bathroom run 3 times in the middle of this post.

Tags: sick, stomach bug, virus

Oh No She Didn’t

Even though I promised myself I’d be in bed by 1am, it’s not happening. It’s now 3am, and I’m wide awake. If you’ve read my other blogs tonight you may have also noticed that I seem to be in a little bit of a bad mood. There’s a really good reason for that.

I received an email tonight from someone I thought was a friend that kind of upset me.
This person called me a Saturday night asking if I would help her with some computer problems she’s having. She wanted me to come over then to look at it, but I told her I couldn’t. I was taking the weekend off for the holiday, and I already had other plans.

I said I’d be more than happy to take a look at it this week, on her day off (Thursday) or in the afternoon after she got home from work. I also said she could drop it off at my house, and I’d look at it.

This is normally what most people choose to do, and she knows this. I custom built this computer for her. I’ve fixed it many times since when she’s loaded it down with viruses and spyware so bad it wouldn’t turn on. I even went to the mall (an hour away) with her just because she wanted me to check out some ceiling and wall speakers she really liked. She wanted to make sure they’d work with her computer before she dropped over $500 on them.

So why she sent me this email, I don’t know.  Basically the email told me she was pissed off that I wouldn’t drop my plans Saturday night to go straight to her house.  She told me I was pathetic because I don’t bust my butt working a 9-5, and she doesn’t have time to sit around waiting for me to decide I “feel” like fixing her computer…for free I might add.  She said she didn’t consider me much of a friend anymore because I was “there for her” when she needed me.

I was blown away.  Not only do I do all this for free for her, but I don’t decide to do it “just whenever”.  I work her in just like everybody else.  I had already sent out an email to my regulars letting them know I wouldn’t be working this weekend, and she was on that list.  I think I deserve to take days off just like everybody else.

No, I don’t have a really busy week this week, but I planned it that way.  I set my own hours, and I plan out my schedule ahead of time.  If I’ve already planned something else that’s important to me, I’m not changing my plans.  Taking the weekend off was important to me.  I wanted to spend the holiday with my family just like she did hers.

I don’t even know why it bothered me so bad that she sent me that email.  I wasn’t there for her?  What?  I didn’t run to her house to spend hours cleaning up her computer so she could get on Myspace?  Is it my fault she refuses to use the very simple programs I installed for her (and showed her how to use) to help keep her pc clean?

Now that I think about it, I know exactly why it bothered me.  Here she is a woman in her early 30s with a family, and she acted so childish as to send me this email.  That’s what really ticks me off.  She sank to the level of one of her pre-teen children.

Seriously.  People wonder why I don’t like to have a lot of friends…why I actually hate making new friends.  I tend to generally think people suck, and things like this just prove it to me.

Thanks Dude

Ya know I’ve gotten used to the 1 kid that goes through here every night around 10:30 with his music bumping. I think to myself about 6 or 7 years ago that was me. I know he’s got a part time job working for some lawyer (maybe even a truck accident lawyer) in the evenings, and he’s on his way home. He bumps, but it’s not so loud that things shake. It’s just loud enough for me to hear him go by.

What I don’t care for is the person who just came through here with their music so loud that it shook my house. My $470 motorcycle helmet was sitting neatly on it’s shelf waiting for the day it’s worn again. I turned around in time to see it roll off the shelf, drop about 6 ft, and smack the floor.

You know it’s gotta be a good vibration to cause my helmet to leap off the shelf. The helmet weighs about 3 lbs and sits flat.  I blast my music loud enough during the day time that the neighbors can hear it, but even that doesn’t shake my house hard enough to knock my helmet off it’s shelf!

Tags: loud music, music bumping, music so loud the house shakes

Not My Friend Anymore

It’s official.  My personal computer is fOOked!  I can thank Hubby’s “friend” for that.  I came home to find it crawling with viruses after his friend decided to install stuff on my computer.  I’ve locked all his friends out of my computers before, and it looks like I’m going to have to start making sure to lock them out again.

I uninstalled 2 different virtual strippers, a ton of porn type screensavers, and now I’m working on the rest.  Actually I’ve been working on a cleanup for about 5 hours now, and I still have a ton more to go.  Yes I could reformat, but that would mean taking my new 500gb hard drive out of my new business computer I’m building (it’s waiting on a PSU), installing it in Hubby’s computer (since my other one is outdated and no SATA), and then transferring everything over.   That’s really a last resort for now.

So Hubby’s friends do you hear me?  Go to your own house and screw up your own computers!  Leave mine alone!

Oh, and on top of that one of his so called friends has been stealing shit from me!

A couple weeks ago my SD card from my camera up and vanished.  I know I didn’t lose it.  The card stays in my camera unless I’m transferring photos to the pc.  As soon as I’m done I take it right back out of the card reader, and I always stick it right back in my camera.  I grabbed a couple pics I needed, stuck it back in my camera, took about 5 pictures, and set my camera down.

A couple hours later I went to take more pictures and got the “internal memory full” message.  I checked my storage settings to make sure they were setup for the card.  Then I flipped open the card slot only to find no card in the camera.  Considering there was only 1 person at our house around that time, I know who it was.

That same person crashed here last week.  When he left the next day I felt like something was “off”.  I couldn’t pinpoint it.  I went about my business doing my chores, and when I opened the dishwasher I knew what was wrong.  Yes I smoke, not going to lie about that (we won’t discuss that right now), and I had ran my ashtrays through the dishwasher…all but one of them.  When I opened the dishwasher they were all gone!  He stole my freakin’ ashtrays…all except the one I had on my desk in use.

So then I go to my desk to make sure that ashtray is still there.  It is, but I notice something else that’s weird.  There’s a stack of blank CDs laying on the desk.  I never leave blank cds laying around.  They’re always on the spindle waiting to be used.  The spindle is always sitting on my desk on the bottom shelf next to my stack of empty CD cases, but it wasn’t there.

I just bought this 50 ct spindle a couple weeks ago, and I’ve only used about 4 cds out of it.  I went searching for it, and I finally found it shoved back behind a monitor that I don’t use anymore on another desk in another room.  It had definitely been hidden back there.  Including the stack of blanks that were laying on my desk, there are a total of 26 blank cds left on the spindle!

Not only has he been jacking my blank cds, but he apparently was planning to jack another stack but accidentally left them laying on my desk…BUSTED.   I know Hubby didn’t leave them there.  He doesn’t even know how to burn a cd.  He says that’s what he’s got me for ;-).  I started looking around to see if anything else was missing.  I had just rolled a bunch of quarters the night before, and since it was late I left about $30 worth of rolls laying on my desk.  Those were gone, too.

What pisses me off is I’ve known this guy pretty much my entire life.  I introduced him to Hubby.  He’s always been a great friend to both of us, not fucked up on a ton of drugs like all the guys Hubby knew when we met.  This guy house sits for us, takes care of the pets when we go away, and in the past 5 years has been a constant person here on the weekends.  So, WTF is he stealing from me now?

Hubby changed the locks on the front door today because this guy is our “it” guy.  He’s the person that has our backup key that we call if we get locked out.  He’s always been welcome in our home, and he’s always been a good guy who has never given us a reason to  think otherwise.  WTF is wrong with him?

He’s definitely not welcome in my house anymore.  I did confront him about it, and his reaction was to act like someone else did it.  I knew better because he is the person that has been here at the times stuff has disappeared.  Plus he didn’t even bring up the possibility of me losing said items.  He was just all like “Oh it wasn’t me, maybe it was XXXXX or XXXX.  No I definitely didn’t go it.  Did you talk to XXXX?”  He kept stuttering, too.

Hubby wanted a chance to talk to him, too, so he went by his house today.  They were sitting on the balcony, and dude walked inside to get an ashtray.  Hubby said when he came walking out he had in his hands an ashtray that is definitely one of the ones we’re missing.  I had this very distinct purple ashtray.  It’s a very unique ashtray that’s purple with a big chip missing out of it.  I bought it at a yard sale a few years ago for nearly nothing, and it’s the one that normally sits on my desk except for the day they all disappeared.  Dude walked out with my purple ashtray.  Hubby was like wtf, how stupid can you be?  You take my shit, then you pull it out right in front of me?

Dude was basically like I don’t know what you’re talking about.  My mom bought this for me last weekend at the beach.   Hubby basically told him he doesn’t want to see or hear from him again…and to tell his mom if she’s going to buy him shit make sure it isn’t broken first ;-).

I don’t care how big or small the items are someone takes from me.  Stealing is stealing, and I don’t condone that shit.  I sure as hell don’t want someone like that around my house.

I just don’t get it.  How the hell can someone you’ve known your whole life just turn into someone so different all of a sudden?

Tags: friends stealing from you, infected computer, stealing