I tried the L-Arginine last night and took the full dose in two servings a few hours apart. So, 6 grams. My headache went away in a matter of hours.
I got 10 things ready to list but in the end decided to call it a night, watched some stuff on YouTube, and went to bed.
I woke up around 10, with my headache still gone. This headache of mine is one that is just as bad on waking as any other time. It's been gone all day but I seem to have only traded it in for my stomach hurting like hell. I had my coffee and macadamia nuts but only had 1/2 mug of coffee.
I packed things because I wanted to get out and get back before it got cold(er) and dark. So I did that and headed out around 3:30 I think but am not sure. The drop-offs went fine, and when I got back to H Mart I went in and got a bottle of Pepto-Bismol and a bottle of coffee to wash it down with. I'd finished off the last of the Pepto-Bismol I had here.
I went to the chicken place and got my usual Wednesday two thighs, but this time got two servings of ranch dressing too. This was my old go-to when I lived in Sunnyvale almost 20 years ago. I'd go to one of the Irish bars and get fried zucchini sticks, Ranch to dip them in, and a Guinness. That'll fix it, I thought.
It did not. Maybe my mistake was not getting a beer. Does beer fix a crumby tummy? In any case I'm not supposed to be drinking beer; I'm supposed to be all done with things like that, dammit.
I finished my chicken, saving the bones and scraps, and did my route to find boxes and things. I found a few at the EMT place, some foam here and there, and at one place near Sanmina, got a bunch of these pale green pieces of foam I've found very useful. They were down near the bottom of the dumpster they were in, so I used the long bolt I carry to get out a long piece of wood, then ended up using my pocket knife to sharpen the thing end of the piece of wood so I could just stab the foam pieces and get them out easily. I got them all stacked onto my load and only then noticed a Chinese guy, no doubt connected with the business there, taking a cigarette break and watching. Oops. But he seemed to think it was all good.
Then I just rode back here. Traffic was crazy, apparently everyone's been called back to the office and not only that but somehow their stay at home wife, old grand-dad who only drives once in a while, etc. They've all been called to duty, because it takes a lot of drivers to do a really good job of that nose-to-tail thing they adore. While this may be great fun for the drivers, it was not fun for me and I just jogged over to Rogers Avenue and home.
I first put some stuff out into the trash enclosure to throw away later, and took my chicken scraps and put them in the bushes sorta. Last night James had come by with his ill-behaved shit-machine dog and hung out for a while. Probably to let his dog take a shit or two and run around a bit. So the chicken scraps are a variant of my Stinky Fish Method.
A while ago there was another dog running around loose, and at the same time I was finding food left out by H Mart including a fair amount of the time, grilled sauries which are like a much longer, dark-meat sardine. So I was leaving the scraps out or even all of them if I'd taken two packages and turned out to only want to eat one. Interestingly, whoever was in charge of the dog stopped letting it run loose and in fact that dog's not been around for months on end, maybe something like a year now. I finally put two and two together and realized the dog was scarfing up the fish remains, then regaling whoever owned it with fish breath.
So in this variant, James' dog will scarf up the chicken scraps and have chicken breath plus James will worry about it eating chicken bones. Modern broiler chickens have very soft bones and dogs of that size have no problem handling them. But he and the dog live pretty closely in that truck cab now that they've been kicked out of Tom's place.
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