Small side project

Okay!

Well, hopefully I'll manage to get this up before it's too late. I'm rushing against time before this becomes a back blip like Saturday's post.

So I had a very long day. We had to take Tuxie to the vet so we could talk to them about how we need the injectable form of his antianxiety medication because having to give him a pill everyday is not working well for us. It's causing stress to Tuxie and stress to us, and it requires both myself and B to be able to give him his pill. B has to immobilize him, and I have to shove the pill all the way down his throat.

We're very concerned about accidentally hurting him, causing a serious injury.

So after that we got a few things at Petsmart (our vet is inside Petsmart, so convenient) and Nova had fun riding around in the cart. (Nova goes along for the ride whenever the other two get seen by the vet.)

Tuxie was actually really good on the car ride.

Then we got some Five Guys, which is right next to Petsmart, and ate it out in the truck.

Then we decided to bum around for a little while and listen to music in the parking lot while we waited for our stomachs to settle.

B wanted to go into Best Buy to look at radio heads because the radio in the truck didn't have an aux input which means we had to use my FM transmitter every time we wanted to listen to my iPod and that thing sucks the battery right out of it.

We've been needing to get a better radio head for a while. The one that was in it was the one we'd had from our first car that got totalled. Well, it wasn't from that vehicle, but it's one we'd put in it and it was fairly nice at the time.

B and I talk about it, and agree to get an affordable radio head that was discounted due to the fact that it was dinged up and didn't have the packaging it was supposed to come with and the little remote was missing.

After he gets the radio head, I decide to run into Michaels to get a couple things I've been wanting. I also saw a large package of small bubble bottles for really cheap, so I bought it for Nova because he loves it when you blow bubbles for him.

While at Michaels and looking at the yarn selection, I happened to witness some child abuse and some really awful stupidity.

These two women were looking at yarn, one of which was very pissy about even being in the yarn section in the first place. Her friend, who wasn't much better in personality, was looking at different yarns.

So the one that doesn't know how to crochet was telling her friend in a very demanding manner that she needs to knit something for her. Her friend tells her that she doesn't know how to knit, she crochets. Her friend then replies with "Well then you need to learn to knit and knit me something really nice. You already know how to crochet. Learn to knit and knit me stuff."

Similar things go back and forth. Then the woman who knows how to crochet decides that she wants a skein of yarn that's very high up. Higher up than the highest part of the aisle shelving, there are several boxes full of yarn that are very far out of reach. So she suddenly grabs her small daughter, picks her up, then lifts her by the ankles all the way up over her own head. No warning or anything. The girl starts screaming and crying and begging to be put down.

Now one thing I can't stand in stores is when a child is screaming and/or crying and throwing a fit. I didn't mind this little girl doing it at all. It was completely justified. She wasn't misbehaving. She was terrified.

Her mom demands that she "grab the pink one" and the girl kept trying to lean down instead of reach up. Her mom kept demanding, more and more aggressively, that the girl "grab the pink one" and starts threatening her child with punishment if she didn't obey.

That poor little baby!

So I slip over to another aisle, find an employee, and tell them that there's child abuse going on in the yarn section. The employee hurries over. Neither witch realizes I'm the one that got the employee because I'm capable of slipping away as though something shiny caught my attention.

The employee comes over and tells the woman to put her daughter down. The woman just keeps insisting that the girl grab the pink one and the employee continues to tell her to put her daughter down. When the woman is still ignoring the employee and demanding her terrified daughter stand fully up and grab the pink one, the employee says "Ma'am, if you don't put your child down right now, I'm going to have to have you escorted out of the store."

The woman glares but finally puts the little girl down. She tries to explain to the employee that she was just trying to get her daughter to grab the skein she wanted that was out of reach. The employee then lectures her about how if she wanted something out of reach then she needs to get a store employee to assist her instead of putting her child in danger.


So there's more back and forth, but the woman finally pretty much shut the hell up instead of continuing to insist she hadn't done anything wrong. Surprisingly her friend didn't interfere at all during the whole episode.

I don't even like kids but I wanted to snatch that little girl up, tell her mother "You fail as a human being. She's mine now." and take her out of the store.

And somehow, that little girl has very good manners, is very well-behaved, and is as obedient as reasonably possible with a mother like hers.

So the employee leaves and the friend is back to bitching at the girl's mother about how she needs to knit her stuff and she needs to learn to knit and was pretty much insisting that crocheting was inferior to knitting without outright saying those exact words. If she wants something knitted so badly, she should learn how to do it herself.

So as I keep looking and these two...whatever you want to call them -- foul-tempered morons, I suppose -- keep talking and the stuff coming out of their mouths is just really stupid. The poor little girl is trying to stay as far out of her mother's reach as possible without leaving her sight, trying to be a good child but also afraid of being lifted high up again.

Then I end up becoming their topic of conversation. They start talking about me, not quietly at all, while never addressing me personally. As stupid as they are, and as much as I want to tell them so or do or say something to make them shut up and think about their behavior, I don't. Yesterday was bad enough, after all.

The one that wants something knitted starts the conversation.

She wants to know why I'm there, and is basically demanding her friend to tell her what I'm doing there. Her friend tells her she doesn't know. So she then tells her that she should know what I'm doing there.

By the way, I've never met or seen either of these two as far as I'm aware. They're both Mexican, and I'm short and pale white with darkish ginger hair. My looks aren't super attractive, but if someone takes notice of me, they usually remember me because my physical features stand out enough that people can recognize me. (This has happened at different Petsmarts, Walmarts, and the Albertsons we go to.)

So anyways, back to the stupid story -- story of stupid? I dunno. Whatever.

Crocheter woman tells her obnoxious friend that I'm probably there because I crochet. Her friend insists I don't crochet. I don't look like the kind of person that crochets. I don't look like the kind that knits either, apparently. So what the hell was I doing in the yarn section? They both keep making stupid comments and half-assed observations (I don't even want to call them observations, as these two didn't really have the capacity to observe anything.

So I grab the things of yarn I want -- these four skeins of Sugar 'n Cream cotton yarn pictured above, and two skeins of crocheting thread. These are for two small side projects I'm doing to make myself feel a little refreshed, as I've been working on large projects obsessively for a long while and I need to make something small to unwind, but I also needed yarn so I wouldn't deplete the supplies I have set aside for other projects.

Nova is excited about the twenty-four miniature bubble bottles I got for him. He loves to watch bubbles being blown. Sometimes he plays with them, but usually he just loves watching them float around. He never gets tired of it as far as I know, as my lungs get tired before he loses interest.

So going to get in line to pay for my merchandise, and at least three snobby looking women (they looked like the kind that feels entitled by money) try to cut in front of me. When I don't let them, they tell me that they "have important things they need to do" as though their time is more important than mine. I told them I had important things to do, too. And so did everyone else in the line ahead of them. Go to the back of the line.

They don't want to accept this as an answer, but at this point I'm just done with the rudeness in this place, and I must've given them a very menacing look, as they shut their mouths and went to the back of the line. (The line was kinda long.)

We also needed to make two stops along the way home. Walmart to pick up some groceries, and Albertsons to pick up my medication.

At Walmart I was run into and several people attempted to run over me on several occasions. All the electric scooters suddenly have some horse power, as they were really zooming around the store. The aisles were packed oh my God were they packed. You'd swear that the Super Bowl was tomorrow by the way everyone was crowded around, running over each other with carts trying to force other people out of the way and clearing shelves left and right.

I get several people with carts hitting my legs to make me get out of their way, even though there was absolutely nowhere I could've moved to because it was so packed. I also had the electric scooters being run into me and damn did that hurt.

I like these boxes of microwave pizzas. Two to a box, the single cheese, not the four cheese. They sell out fast around here, and sometimes it can by months before we can manage to buy them. They sooth my stomach, they're easy for me to eat, and I like the taste.

The label says that the whole shelf is supposed to be those pizzas, but there was only one, the rest behind it were pepperoni. I checked the other rows around it to see if they'd been moved. They hadn't. There was only one box of the ones that I wanted. Okay, that's fine. At least there's one box, right?

Until this woman decides to grab it from my cart because she wants it. In which case, I took it back and put it in my cart again. She's about ready to fight me for it. She goes off on me about how it's hers and she needs because "it's the only thing my kid will eat!" I told her "Well I guess your kid's gonna have to starve then" and walked away. Cold? Perhaps. But I'm really, really, really losing my cool after all this idiocy and people with bad manners and no common sense and no consideration for other people this weekend.

Then, naturally, the self-checkout machine I was using was glitching to hell and back. Lovely. They're annoying enough as it is, but this one just wanted to alert the supervising cashier to everything I didn't steal. What the hell?

So I'm in a foul mood by the time I make it back out to the truck. When I turn to go put the cart away, a couple people heading inside asked if I was done with it, which I was, so they went ahead and took it so they wouldn't have to rummage through the carts inside the doors. That was like, the one nice thing anyone really did today.

Go to pick up my medication. It ends up costing $143. I'm reeling, but I need it, so okay, here's the money. (And there's a lot more medications I need and have yet to buy at the moment. That'll be at least another $150 for about three weeks worth.)

One of the prescriptions is lidocaine  ointment to put on my shoulder to help with the pain. After about forty minutes, my shoulder started itching really badly. B looked at it, but he didn't see any hives. So I leave it one because if there aren't any hives it's probably just my skin being overly sensitive.

B goes to work.

About four-ish hours later my shoulder begins to itch much worse. I can see in the mirror that yes, there are hives now. Well, shit.

The location on my shoulder is a location that I can't actually reach myself. I can reach a little of it, but not much. Not enough to be able to clean the ointment off. I take benadryl to help with the hives and itching, and sent B a text message telling him that when he gets home he needs to help me get the ointment off (that way if I'm asleep he'll know to wake me up for it).

Now I'm not sure if I can keep using this ointment. I've never had a problem with lidocaine topicals in the past, but then again, I've never had this much on my body at one time, either.

Right now I'm working on one of my side projects. Debating whether or not to play Inquisition on multiplayer. I wanted to play Borderlands finally, but I can't find the first game, just the second. They're both mine, but I haven't played them yet and B has. Which means B had the disk last, and I'll be lucky if it ever gets found because he's really good at losing game disks despite how expensive they are.

Oh, and if you're wondering where Nova and Tuxie were while B and I were both inside different stores? B went into Five Guys and Best Buy. I stayed in the truck with the cats. B was in the truck with the cats while I ran into Michaels, Walmart, and Albertsons.

I'm very proud of how good Tuxie was while out and about for so long. He doesn't like being in moving vehicles, but he was a really good boy and actually seemed to be enjoying himself while we were hanging out in the truck in the parking lot while eating.

We were out of the house just after ten this morning. Didn't get back until almost five in the evening.

Cosmo really enjoyed having the house to himself for almost seven hours. The fact that he likes having the house to himself is the reason why we tend to leave him home if we're going to Petsmart for the vets. If we're just going to have an outing, we take all three cats. Cosmo enjoys the car ride, and he enjoys riding around Petsmart in the shopping cart. But he also enjoys having the house to himself every once and a while.

It has been a very long, miserable weekend.

I hope it gets better.