Monday, February 9, 2015

Test driving our fancy new Internet

I am not an inbetweener. There is no halfway with me. I either really like something or I hate it. I am either ecstatic or cranky. I am either stressed out of my mind or I'm rainbows and carelessness. 

This morning I was in an absolute state over having a Telus installation guy in our home without my boyfriend present. I was so nervous that I composed an entire blog post about the event. Well, after I got it through my head that he's here to bring me Internet and fancy TV, things turned out to be ok. My stress evaporated and Yuri and I talked about his immigration to Canada and we even spoke in Russian together. (By that I mean I used my one funny Russian joke then looked clueless when he actually talked to me in Russian). So now I'm feeling awesome because I faced my fear of being alone with a stranger and now I have quick internet and fancy TV. 

OMG SUCH FANCY TV.

Boyfriend and Brother Lakie are stoked over the 50 mB download speed and fibreoptikness (???) but I'm just amazed that I can- get this- record TV shows. I'll never miss another episode of Chopped again! 
AND I CAN WATCH HOCKEY!!!

OMFG YES!

So I am currently eating celebratory onion rings and waiting to take my tramadol. 

See, while Yuri (new BFF) was here, my pain got pretty bad and I spent some time vomiting while he was installing a modem in the other room. Yikes. Last night my pain was particularly bad too, to the point where my jaw chattered every time I tried to roll over or put pressure on my tummy (last time I recall pain shivering like that was in the hospital in September). 
And this is where my dilemma begins. I have no appetite. I feel nauseous and sick and sore, and the last thing I want to do is put food in my face. But I also want Tramadol. But I don't want to take Tramadol on an empty stomach (#BadIdea). What's a girl to do? Onion rings. Onion rings is the solution.

So it's safe to say that life is pretty good right now. I have fancy TV and onion rings. 

I feel so... Upper Class. 

 

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