Confinement V Day 1
Mar. 1st, 2024 11:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wombat_sochoThe wound care appointment took a whole hour as they debrided my wounds, cleaned them, and wrapped them up in ABD pads, Kerlix, and Coban, which meant I missed my podiatry appointment. Welp. Picked up melatonin and benadryl at the canteen since I forgot to pack them, got a bunch of sushi & Claritin-D at Sam's Club, and wound up passing out early without doing blogging.
Made arrangements to drop off the Kia at Pep Boys for various checks and minor services, which I did after breakfasting at the Omelet House, and then I caught an Uber to McCarran. I volunteered to get bumped from the flight since they'd overbooked it, but they couldn't find my suitcase in time, and I had foolishly stuffed my nose hose in it. So it was an uncomfortable flight to Nashville.
My rental vehicle this time was a Ford Escape, which is an improvement over the monster SUVs I've been saddled with lately, and once I had it I made a beeline for the nearest Waffle House, where I had breakfast for dinner. Got to the hotel a little after midnight (I forgot the time zone change) but I got checked in with no problem - my room is next to the con suite, but I have confidence that I can sleep through any noise, especially with Benadryl and melatonin helping. Had the hotel breakfast this morning - eggs and raisin bran and coffee and Bad Things - and I think tomorrow I'll just hit Dunkin or (more likely) Waffle House. An expedition to the local Office Max failed to produce flyers but did yield a door poster for which they didn't charge me. Stopped at Walmart for dairy products, Post-It tape, a new Blender Bottle, and water enhancers.
Mike appreciated the Sibuyan Sea pic and passed on getting a printout. Just as well, given Office Max's ineptitude. I napped for a couple of hours and missed opening ceremonies, hung out and talked with people, and presently went out to O'Charley's where I ate about $40 worth of seafood for dinner. It was good, and kept me in compliance with the Law of the Fish.
The casual part of the draft went by today; I recovered Mike "Super Jew" Epstein and am trying to decide whether I want more offense, another year of Eddie Brinkman, or one of the few stud pitchers left out there when the draft resumes tomorrow.
Made arrangements to drop off the Kia at Pep Boys for various checks and minor services, which I did after breakfasting at the Omelet House, and then I caught an Uber to McCarran. I volunteered to get bumped from the flight since they'd overbooked it, but they couldn't find my suitcase in time, and I had foolishly stuffed my nose hose in it. So it was an uncomfortable flight to Nashville.
My rental vehicle this time was a Ford Escape, which is an improvement over the monster SUVs I've been saddled with lately, and once I had it I made a beeline for the nearest Waffle House, where I had breakfast for dinner. Got to the hotel a little after midnight (I forgot the time zone change) but I got checked in with no problem - my room is next to the con suite, but I have confidence that I can sleep through any noise, especially with Benadryl and melatonin helping. Had the hotel breakfast this morning - eggs and raisin bran and coffee and Bad Things - and I think tomorrow I'll just hit Dunkin or (more likely) Waffle House. An expedition to the local Office Max failed to produce flyers but did yield a door poster for which they didn't charge me. Stopped at Walmart for dairy products, Post-It tape, a new Blender Bottle, and water enhancers.
Mike appreciated the Sibuyan Sea pic and passed on getting a printout. Just as well, given Office Max's ineptitude. I napped for a couple of hours and missed opening ceremonies, hung out and talked with people, and presently went out to O'Charley's where I ate about $40 worth of seafood for dinner. It was good, and kept me in compliance with the Law of the Fish.
The casual part of the draft went by today; I recovered Mike "Super Jew" Epstein and am trying to decide whether I want more offense, another year of Eddie Brinkman, or one of the few stud pitchers left out there when the draft resumes tomorrow.
