Something there is that does not like me breathing, this week. At this stage in the game, I'm putting it down to Sneezin' and Wheezin' Season. And that's why I'm blogging with a breather mask on my face. Because Seratide and atrovent puffers aren't quite cutting it.
For some reason, I get more typos and type more slowly with a mask on my face, but I'm damned if I'm gonna just spin my wheels whilst I dose myself with saline and atrovent on Max.
And now I know how firkin loud Max is, because relative volume and my need for music.
I have auditory processing issues. That means that I won't hear you if something "more interesting" is playing, the room volume is too loud, or I've tripped off to lala land owing to the presence of a shinier idea. It also means that I can't 'tune out' Max to focus on my music selection.
And what my nerdy arse does is have my compy volume at a set level and adjust my iTunes slider so that it's at comfortable volume. Said comfortable volume is usually just a notch or two into hearable range.
Today, it's at two thirds of the way up to full.
Yeah. Max is as loud as fuck. Even with the lid latched down so that it's quieter.
I'm still trying to figure out how the hell having a mask on my face makes me a slower and worse typist, but that's executive dysfunction for you. Maybe my brain is used to Ventolin tremula and just... does all the other stuff through some variant of muscle memory.
Today, as well as having a fucking asthma attack, we're scheduled to take a road trip up to Scenic Coominya to fetch Chaos and probably be fed carbs. I'm counting today as a feast day so I don't feel guilty about all the stuff I'm going to eat, and bringing my own beverages.
I'm still testing what the fuck gives me next-day diarrhea whenever I go there. If it's the water, then I can bring my own drinks. If it's the food... I'm going to suffer the rest of my firkin life owing to Capt S. having metric fucktons of salt about it.
And in other news, I have a new Goto Snack, which I'm naming Nut Mix. It contains:
- An entire packet of macadamias
- An entire packet of roasted, salted peanuts
- About 200g or an entire packet of shelled walnuts [My recall is hazy on this. Whatever works for you]
- About 200g of mixed, dried fruit
- One bar of dark chocolate of choice, broken into chunks
And you just toss that noise into a big enough, sealable container and tumble well. If you're doing zero carbs, this might not be for you. For me, it's just the right balance of sour, salty, sweet, and crunch.
I plan to have a dish of it on the table come Yulemas.
Other discoveries include Cream Jelly - you mix real cream into jelly while it's still warm and let that noise set and you get jelly that tastes like it's got ice cream in there with it. The sugarfree jelly we have is a touch... aggressive with its sweetness and flavour, so I already have plans to make dark-choc jelly cups for yule. Silicone patty pans ftw.
I'm'a be experimenting with that sometime... later.