I think it was last Sunday after writing the last entry that I went, compared prices and model and bought a smart TV. Then I got home just in time to meet with a friend and head to Sutton Salt Lake. I have wanted to go there for years and made super vague plans with friends that have never happened on several occasions. So it was great to finally go.
Monday.... I had a flat inspection. So instead of cleaning I spent the day rearranging furniture to prepare for my wall mount installation for my TV. And when hanging out laundry being told some unsettling gossip about a neighbour in the building. Then the landlord didn't arrive until the very end of the window I was told to expect her during, which meant a lot of waiting and feeling sore from having moved some furniture. The meeting went fine, if seeming a bit pointless.
Oh, and the landlord pressured me into taking responsibility for the communal glass recycling bins that I don't use (I have my own as everyone is supposed to) and which I made very clear that I don't approve of or want anything to do with. I am not happy about it.
Afterwards, I was picked up by Lisa and Bruno for a lazy night of pumpkin soup and playing D&D5e.
On Tuesday morning I actually made writing group, for an exercise I really didn't enjoy. Then off to the hospital for my weekly brainpoking where I managed to defer from the intended plan for the session (talking about Shitlord) by talking about my (rather too similar to Shitlord) mother. After brainpoking I had lunch with Claire.
I honestly don't remember what I did with the rest of my day after I got home.
Wednesday, I pottered for the morning waiting for the TV installation and getting a surprise visit from the friend with whom things got weird last month (I think to prove we are allowed to pretend his making stuff weird didn't happen). The installer came at lunch time. New TV went in fine. It is off centre because of where the studs are, but that also works for watching it from my desk as well as the couch. Later in the afternoon I had a phone call from the hospital booking me in for a first thing appointment the next day.
So Thursday morning, April Fools, I started by heading the the Ear, Nose and Throat specialist I was booked with at the hospital. He had a med student, which I am fine with but which was slightly an issue later. The specialist did not mess around, I was pretty quickly having anaesthetic sprayed up my nose and then having a endoscope feed up my nose and down to my throat. I got to watch it all on a big screen in front of me. Inside are weird. And vocal cords are really just meat curtains. And when they move it is a little pornographic, because meat curtains.
Also my vocal cords are not quite where they are supposed to be. The 'toxic nodal goitre' (they are back to avoiding the word 'tumour') is pushing things out of alignment. But it is contained enough that they think they can get all of it only opening up my neck, so I am on the semi-urgent list (2 to 4 months) for surgery. Main risks: bleeding out, loss of ability to manage calcium, possibly permanent reduced control of vocal cords. The last one was presented as utterly unimportant, they seem to fail to realise how important being able to speak is to me.
Then the student was talked through removing the creepy snake of a camera, and she went a little fast. It was a bit uncomfortable, even with being very numb.
I got home to have lunch before an event at the my complex but got a message from my mother demanding I drop by her work, and so I did as a quick mission. Getting home to see the Minister of Commerce and Consumer Affairs (I totally thought he was Minister of Health, and google led me wrong by incorrectly informing me he still was) standing out outside my building, I had not known he was coming. Then, realising the event was having more people than expected, I decided to flag it and just go hide in my flat. A while later I made the stupid decision to go check on my laundry on the clothes line but the moment I opened my apartment door I was face to face with my landlord and multiple government officials.
And so my landlord awkwarded me into letting the Minister of Police, the Minister of Commerce and Consumer Affairs and the MP for Taieri all have a nose around my flat and ask vague questions I wasn't able to answer honestly because the most threatening and bully-ish of the Kainga Ora managers was herding them. And that lady scares me. Poto and Ingrid both seem very nice. David Clark rubbed me the wrong way, waving his class privilege around, when he commented that reduced storage space was an improvement because it was more modern. Opinions like that are why I will never vote for the NZ Labour Party. Don't pretend to lean left while being that much of a poor-hating dickhead.
That evening I had dinner with Firmin, Simon and Joe. Nando's. And then hung out at Simon and Joe's for a while. We watched Guardians of the Galaxy 2. Which I don't think I had seen since seeing it at the theatre. It is fun, but not exactly as good as I had remembered.
I spent a chunk of Good Friday at Claire and Jesse's, playing boardgames with Firmin. The Dune Imperium game was quite good. And I enjoyed the worker placement game using D&D IP, the name of which I do not recall.
Friday night there was a loud, drunken, party in the unit below mine again - filling the glass recycling bins I had just had emptied.
Saturday I went to Beds R Us and picked up a replacement mattress protector after the rubber had separated off from mine while still under warranty. In the evening I went to dinner at Speight's Ale House with my dad and sister.
Saturday night there was again loud partying coming up through my floorboards. I am pretty cranky.
Easter Sunday was a mad hot wind weather extravaganza. The wind slightly ripped my mattress protector's skirt while I was giving it the pre-use wash. But I got three loads washed and dried, never hanging out one until I had brought in the load before it. Productive. I was feeling a bit off in the evening so started reading a terrible young adult fantasy novel, Shadow and Bone (preparing for the TV series). Finally a night off from loud drunks and I still failed to sleep.
Today the lack of sleep had caught up with me and I have been extra weak and wobbly. So more reading of that novel. The only thing I have actually done was help (read 'supervise while not doing anything') my bad screwing my slats onto my base after 12 years of their being loose and moving around a bunch. Hopefully my bed won't sound so much like a sailing ship now.
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