Car Repairs? (Blog 551)

At the time of writing (on a Sunday) I got my dad to at least try and repair my car after I scraped it in the petrol station. What I do know is the place’s cardboard sign is still damaged after the accident and good! That’s what the sign deserves. Fine, it was my fault, I get that but as the sign has no advanced microchips in it… what’s it gonna do? Never insult a computer, they’re too clever as we all know. When I said Sunday would be the best time for the ‘repairs’ a few days ago, my dad said ‘… Alright…’ like I was really mental. I guess he’s getting older and his mind isn’t what it once was. It’s like when he says ‘It’s cold today…’ Not ‘it’s cold today, isn’t it?’, the former observation sounds more like a profound insight which of course it isn’t, everyone can feel the cold. Him saying ‘it’s a nice day’ is more subjective and at least SOME thought goes into it but again, nothing to be proud of. I certainly felt uncomfortable as my dad slowly hammered my car ‘into shape’ especially with his lack of truly intelligent insights of late, but after a while I guess things didn’t look too bad. Having said that, it was only a mild scrape and it wasn’t really that bad in the first place. Not so much an improvement, more making something look different. Whenever my dad hires someone to do something for him, his attitude is always ‘I can do that, you know, it’s really easy. You really are an idiot, aren’t you? I on the other hand know when the weather is cold’ and everyone takes that as a joke. And it does sound like a joke, otherwise why wouldn’t my dad do the work for free?

After my car was brutalised for a good while and then sprayed with I think ‘filler’ before the final paint job, I drove to the doctor just in case the roads have changed or whatever on the day of my appointment, which is Tuesday. Why am I going there, then? To get a blood test to ‘monitor’ the levels of my meds in my system or whatever. Why not do the monitoring on the day of my most recent blood test, which was just last Wednesday? I think it’s just to study me, I really do. As in ‘what the hell is wrong with this person’s blood, this person is clearly a freak.’ I would respect it if I was simply told ‘Simon, you have odd blood chemistry. There’s nothing physically wrong with you but your moods are weird.’ Not offensive at all, again, be honest. As I’ll be going to the doc early in the morning, I’ll be posting my joke of the day early on Monday night, just in case someone thinks something is wrong. As in ‘Simon’s run away from home to start a new life in a forest…’ Funny I should say that, as I did sometimes have such thoughts when suffering from schizophrenia. When I see the nurse, I MIGHT ask her what’s going on with my dribbling medication. I seem to get given two different brands when I pick them up from the pharmacist on different occasions, and whilst the ingredients appear to be exactly the same, one brand seems to be more effective than the other. However, no one likes to be accused of saying random and nonsensical observations apart from my dad, so I probably won’t mention anything to the nurse just in case it’s all in my imagination.

What was the drive like? Yeah, pretty good! Nice and relaxing. Nothing much to say about it, to be honest. After the drive I ate some crisps from a huge bag, but luckily I found the strength to stop eating in the end. Yesterday, I ate a whole tub of ice cream from Papa John’s, it was well over a thousand calories, but the smaller tubs were just too small, so I didn’t get one. That’s why I get so annoyed when I order small portions and get extra sizes for free, I can’t stop eating. So yeah, In hindsight, I should have just ordered a smaller tub, but the last time I ordered a mini dessert, I was told by phone the company had ran out of it, so they give me a massive tub of ice cream as a way of saying sorry! I ate all of that, too. At least I’m still hungry at the time of writing, it suggests I haven’t eaten too much, surely. Granted, I could have eaten foods that are more healthy, but come on I need the sugar after super hardcore gym sessions. I go to the gym 5 to 6 days a week and I do almost 2 hours each session. (What can I say, I have lots of free time). You’d expect my muscles to be massive right? Nope, not really which is annoying, I can actually easily wrap my thumb and little finger around my wrists, much like 10 year old girls. Maybe that’s because I do next to know weightlifting, but does lifting give you the running machine high? Not really, so screw my muscles. And on that angry note… bye!