Well, I smell good

Scott wrote this just before lunchtime:

So, I’m taking a shower, but not really paying much attention; mostly just going by instinct and physical memory of the motions. And then there is that moment of clarity where I realize I’ve just done something stupid, and that I have managed to put Axe Affect bodywash in my hair. It has kind of the same consistency as shampoo, so it’s kind of a natural motion to go for the head, but it’s not really the ideal thing to do as the smell just kind of lingers in the hair.

On a completely unrelated note, it’s touch-football day, so I get to go get some exercise with various people, including a nice young lady who played last time and was very good in that “athletic prowess is unbelievably sexy” kind of way. It’s probably some sort of odd mental conditioning thing dating back to all those days of cross country and track during the teen years, or perhaps farther back towards the “hey, I bet she could outrun the rest of the tribe in case of sabertooth tiger attack and would pass that trait on to her children” idea.

Most Worrisome

Scott wrote this just before lunchtime:

So, I look at the cat, and I see a lot of food going in a few times per day. I do not, however, see it coming back out. So off to the vet we go, particularly since he’s due for a checkup on his other clogging issue.

Well, everything felt pretty much normal to the vet, but we did some X-rays, just to really see what’s going on. And on them he’s pretty much empty other than breakfast in his stomach.

So, the question of the day is, where has what he’s been eating the last week been going, and just how surprised am I going to be when I find out just what form his vengeance for leaving him for a week is taking?

Stuffing the bad stuff into the previous year

Scott wrote this at around evening time:

So, I’m home, and my various dental pains are flaring up. Primarily due to being far away from my dentist, with an appointment set for the 5th. And then, while I’m eating some Chex Mix, there is an unusually loud crunch. And since something doesn’t seem right, I go check it out in the mirror, to find that I’m missing some of a tooth. But, it’s not hurting any more than it was, so I don’t worry too much about it. Call into the dentist the next day and get an appointment for the 3rd.

Later that night (Friday), a larger piece of the tooth comes off. And oh does the pain ever start. Leading to travelling the the local Urgent Care on Saturday morning, as all known dentists have been closed since Thursday, for some sort of medical care.

The result being antibiotics and some Tylenol+Codine. The antibiotics seem to be doing something, as the pain is just at the tooth now and not from inside my ear down to my shoulder (I’m pretty sure I was getting some sort of infection). And planes + narcotics is an interesting combination, I’m pretty sure at some point my blood pressure was around 10 over 0. But I did have a book to read, and all my flights were early, plus I didn’t die, so it was all good.

Speaking of which, Radar is home and seems to be happy to be home, but a bit crazy in terms of walking around meowing. But he remembers me and licks me and purrs at me, so that’s pretty good too.