Flashback.
Ugh. I spoke too soon about not having any sinus issues. Wednesday night I started getting a sore throat and feeling extra tired. Thursday was even worse - gravel on fire. I left work early, too, and slept on and off all afternoon. I downed juice, water, and tea. I used the neti pot. Skipped class. I felt a little better Friday morning, but started feeling bad as the day went on. I was done working before 2:00, so I laid down and dozed. Skipped working out. I wanted to be rested for Saturday.
I tried to boost myself up Saturday morning. We thought about going to the gun show before lunch, but I didn't feel like it. I think I found one of those loaders for the 9mm online, though. We made a stop at W@lmart for a few things, then went home to eat a quick lunch. (I got a vest because I was too hot to wear a jacket, but he insisted I'd want more than a t-shirt to cushion the recoil from the rifles. While I didn't shoot the shotgun or the 30.06, it wasn't bad.)
I was the only female there. There was Jeff's boss, the boss' son, two coworkers, and three of their friends, including a cop. It wasn't bad, though. I had the most popular gun, as I figured, the second being the Colt .45 that one of his coworkers brought. We took the most guns, too. When we opened up the handgun cases, one of the guys asked me what was mine. I said, "All of these but the .32 (revolvers all in one case), and the 9mm. And the SKS, M1, .22 rifle..."
We shot the handguns first. Someone brought a table, so we placed it about halfway down the range. We probably shot 100 rounds through the Python. It got the most action. Heh, action. Had a scary incident with the Colt .38. A shitty round stuck in the end of the barrel. I think one of the same rounds stuck in the cylinder of the Rossi a couple months ago. Glad it was the last round, otherwise I might not have noticed. Won't be using those again. When we finished with those, we moved the table back a brought out the rifles.
I finally shot the M1 and the SKS, and my granddad's .22 rifle. A guy with us called it a "youth rifle," I guess because it was so light and only took one round, and didn't make much noise. I shot it the first time, and he said, "Did you even fire that thing?"
There was a kerfuffle (or something) about us having driven trucks back to the range we used, toward the back. Apparently the owner didn't like it, even though the ground was mostly dried out. We had too much shit to carry, though we ended up having to carry it back when they made them move the trucks.
I wasn't finished when the kerfuffle happened, so I stayed and shot the .22, which I hadn't gotten to yet. (Couldn't leave without shooting them all. Dad wouldn't forgive me.) I was a little anxious about the rifles, because I don't remember even having shot one (except maybe when I was a kid). The shooting wasn't so bad, but figuring out how to load them was a bit of a challenge. The M1 was a breeze. It had magazines, and we had speed loaders for them. The SKS took 5 rounds into a built-in magazine. We have other, larger magazines for it, but we didn't bring them. I did ok, though. I know how to handle guns, in general, or at least enough to not look like an idiot.
We need to invite my Dad to come out and shoot with us. It was a lot of fun. We spent four hours there, out in bumfuck. They shot skeet for a little while before we left. I didn't. I was starting to feel bad again. And the eye protection were digging into my head because of the ear protection, which are like head phones. Maybe I should wear ear plugs instead. I didn't think I'd be very good at skeet, also, so I didn't bother. Of course, I wouldn't have been the only one.
So, I got the time outside I'd been craving, and I shot lots of guns! Woo! And, he didn't say, but I bet some of them were worried about a woman going. I certainly must have blown any preconceptions they had out the window. And I had the best gun. When I went back behind everyone to get more ammo, I heard one of them joking with another, and something like "just like a woman." When I got back I calmly said, "Did someone say 'just like a woman'?" Jeff said jokingly, "Calm down, it's ok."
Saturday night I felt progressively worse and more tired and congested. I decided I'd buy some Zyrt3c D, but the pharmacy was closed. Dammit. WTF is the point of OTC if I can't buy it without taking a little card to the pharmacy? So I ended up with a cheap store brand decongestant to take along with the regular Zyrt3c. It's not the decongestant that has everyone's panties in a wad, so it was on the shelf. It works ok, probably not as well as the other. I've been popping those and Tylen0l every 4-6 hours, and the Zyrt3c once a day. And the neti pot once or twice a day.
I broke down last night and started another 3 day course of presdnisone. This is what he wanted me to do last time. And I've been back on Zyrt3c nearly a week, and upped my Fl0nase dose to the regular dose again, and I don't have an infection or fever. Hopefully it will help.
Oh, I might have mentioned that I might have offended my sister's adoptive mom. Well, I didn't. I emailed her yesterday to see how the birthday gathering she mentioned (for my sister and her grandmother) went. I was a little concerned, because I got the impression she'd get back to me with details if I wanted to go, but I never heard back after my reply that went something like this - "Oh great, a dog. Just what they need. Maybe that will keep her from having an oops on purpose baby." And some other rants.
Turns out my sister went to jail last week for trying to stab her boyfriend with a pair of scissors. Nice. Where was the COPS film crew? He called the cops on her after jumping from the second story window to avoid more fighting since he is on probation. She apparently called her mom's cell phone like 15 times, but it doesn't accept collect calls. So, she was mad that she didn't care enough to bail her out. Her boyfriend ended up doing it, and now they're living trash-ily ever after. She didn't call me. She knew the answer. I'm tempted to call her to see what happened in her words. Don't want to open the flood gates, though.
And though they just got an apartment and a dog, the boyfriend has no job. Her mom called her on Sunday to wish her a happy birthday. At first she hung up, then she called back. My sister claimed that no one had called, no one cared. But her mom found out later that her parents had called my sister, as well as her Dad's mom, and her brother.
Wow. She has more issues that I realized.
Going to try to vote shortly. Wish me luck.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
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