You Can’t Get There From Here

So, Randy and I live just west of downtown Cincinnati. Just a few miles from the Ohio River.

When we bought this house, our plan was to move to northern Kentucky. I grew up there, my family lives there. It’s familiar.

I’m glad those plans didn’t work out.

We live just on the other side of the river from a house that we made an offer on, but didn’t get. Not getting that house probably saves me at least an hour in commute time.

I don’t think we’ll live in this house forever, but I’m glad we live here now.

My mom lives in northern Kentucky. We are closer to her now than where we were when we lived north of Cincinnati.

It still takes about as long to visit her because one of the bridges that connects Ohio and Kentucky is being renovated.

The bridge is open, but most of the lanes are closed, which makes it impossible to cross. All the bridges across the Ohio River are congested as well because of the other bridge’s traffic.

Travel by boat hasn’t been an option for us until now.

We totally forgot about the Anderson Ferry.

Anderson Ferry is a few miles from our house. It’s five dollars for a one way trip. No bridges.

We’ve availed ourselves of the ferry a number of times now.

Depending on our destination, I have to use the GPS on my phone.

If I’m going to my mother’s house, there’s no problem.

If I’m trying to end up southbound on I-75, I have to take a bunch of back roads near the Cincinnati airport. They confuse me. The roads didn’t used to confuse me. I used to know my way around, but all the roads changed and my brain refuses to accept the change.

They also changed the roads up at the Taylor Mill exit in Kentucky where my mom lives. I mean, I get it now. I understand the new roads, but I don’t like them. Not one bit. 

Anyway, we took the Anderson Ferry ferry last weekend.

We needed to get to I-75, so I put my GPS on before we boarded the ferry.

My GPS rerouted a few times and tried to make me drive east on River Road because there’s actually a road.

Me: I don’t think the GPS cares at all that we’re about to drive into the Ohio river.

Randy:…

Me: Seriously, we’re about to leave land in a minute and the GPS doesn’t give a fuck. It just keeps re-routing.

Randy: The GPS is supposed to care?

Me: That’d be cool, wouldn’t it? Like as soon as we drive onto the ferry, the GPS would start freaking out. “Oh MY GOD. You are in the river! You were so young. Who is going to tell your family? This is so sad…oh..what..wait? You’re on a FERRY? Oh, don’t I feel silly. Whew..okay. Give me a minute. That really scared me. You know, it would be super polite if next time you warned me. I’m just saying.”

Randy:…

Me: That would be a neurotic GPS, wouldn’t it? So, if you asked for directions, it would only take you there using right turns, even if it added hours to the trip. Because who is crazy enough to turn left across traffic?

Randy: I wish that were real. I’d get it for you and worry less.

Me: Whatever, grandpa.

Me: What if they made a GPS that was controlled by cats?

Randy: Stop.

Me: You’d tell the GPS an address and then it would say “Busy licking my butthole right now. Ask again never.”

Randy: Those dump trucks are huge.

I don’t know, you guys, I think he was trying to change the subject. In his defense, we were on a ferry with two big dump trucks filled with rocks. 

Me: Doesn’t the ferry seem like it’s closer to the water right now?

Randy: They are big trucks.

Me: I am not entirely comfortable with this.

The ferry attendant collected our money and I was very proud of myself for not asking “Sooooo….you get big rock filled trucks on here often?”

Me: Wonder what happens if the attendant comes by and the person doesn’t have 5 bucks?

Randy: Well, we are on water. Different rules and all.

Me: So, they throw them off and drown them?

Randy: Maybe. She’s coming around again. Ask her.

Me: Nah, we’re on water, I don’t want to go to prison.

Me: Do you see life jackets anywhere? I don’t think the Ohio river is fit to swim in.

Randy:…

Me: I did once, when I was around 18. I went water skiing. I’m sure I drank a little river water.

Randy: That explains some things.

Me: Okay, so what if the GPS were designed to only respond to Donald Trump?

Randy: No.

Randy: I will have them throw you overboard.

Me: They can’t. I paid. We follow the rules of water now, my friend.

Me: Wonder how deep it is?

Randy: That’s what she said.

Me: I am so proud of you right now! You used the “that’s what she said” phrase correctly.

Randy:..

Randy is super bad at the “that’s what she said” phrase. Seriously. He mostly sucks. I can say “Did you make coffee?” and he’ll say “That’s what she said”. Which is accurate, but not at all funny. 

Randy: Did you know that blind horses on treadmills used to power the ferry?

Me:…

Randy: Seriously.

Me: Where’d they find blind horses?

Randy: Blind horses gotta eat.

Me: No horses now. Poor blind horses.

Me: Okay, no kidding. What if the GPS designed to only respond to Donald Trump?

Randy: Land laws apply again.

Me: I don’t understand how that saves you from this conversation.

Randy: This is a Trump free zone.

Me: Fair enough. Now, go get me some Tootsie Pops.

I realize Tootsie Pops have nothing to do with any of this. But Randy has been getting me two or three every weekend and now they are required. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop? It doesn’t fucking matter. As long as I have one. And it’s cherry. Or maybe raspberry.

I don’t want to make Randy feel bad or anything, but the last few weeks, I have had no cherry tootsie pops. Only raspberry. I blame his purple sunglasses. 

The big dump trucks exited the ferry once we were on solid ground.

Randy: See? We didn’t need the life jackets.

Me: And we paid. This was a successful ferry trip.

The GPS pulled through and got us where we needed to be. Still didn’t seem to care that we careened into the river.

Honestly, I don’t really know if the ferry saves us any time or not, but we do have more fun.

 

 

 

 

The Joys of Vertigo and Magic Crystals In Your Ears:

So, I have had a full week of vertigo.

Not the Alfred Hitchcock movie. I wish I had spent the last week with Vertigo on repeat rather than always feeling like I just stepped off the Tea Cup ride after having been on it for an hour. Probably.

I mean, I am sick to death of laying in bed and watching TV. I’d probably be completely bonkers if I had to watch the same thing the whole time.

I mentioned something on Twitter about having vertigo and, man, a lot of people have experienced the same thing.

I got a lot of boat sailing in a circlegood information about vertigo. People tweeted causes like brain tumors, MS and something called Mal de Debarquement Syndrome. Not gonna lie, but the last one sounds kind of fancy.

Being a hypochondriac, some of those tweets added another whole complex layer of circular thoughts.

I’m not awesome at being left alone to my thoughts.

Last week, I literally spent days on my back, slightly propped up, and not moving at all. There’s only so much Words With Friends that can distract me from my thoughts.

***DISCLAIMER DISCLAIMER DISCLAIMER***

On the outside chance someone who tweeted something about brain tumors, MS or Mal de Debarquement Syndrome is reading this, you are in no way responsible for my hypochondria.

In fact, you did me a favor. I was at the point where I was ready to do a deep dive in the possible causes of vertigo. Those tweets covered all three of my hypochondria anxiety categories. “Worst Fear”. “Holy shit, that would suck” and the worst one “The Unknown”.

The unknown cause always starts with “A rare and poorly understood condition that blah blah blah blah blah”  which is literally the first sentence I read when I googled Mal de Debarquement Syndrome. Except for the “blah blah blah” part. So anyway, those tweets ended up being a real time saver.

Also, had I done my deep dive, I might have found some other terrifying causes. I may have even needed to make up a few more anxiety hypochondria categories. I finished season two of Friends and don’t have time for that if I want to get through season three before going back to work. 

Anyway, my issue is likely BPPV, (Benign paroxysmal positional vertigo), which is caused by crystals being misaligned in your ear.

I had no idea we have crystals in our ears.

Fucking crystals?

It made me think of shops filled with those healing power crystals. And how those shops always smell like patchouli.

Instead of doing a dive on vertigo, I jumped into the world of crystals. Of course, the part of my brain that was ready to jump down a hypochondriac rabbit hole adjusted and came along.

Clear quartz helps with balance? Then, my friend, you have the opposite of clear quartz in your ear. You have a lump of coal in your ear. Apparently, you’ve been naughty. 

Oh, look! Moonstones promote positive thoughts. The last positive thought you had was when you were positive you had a brain tumor. Or Mal de Debarquement Syndrome.

Don’t you wish you could pick which crystals are in your ears?  I’d pick sapphire. It eases anxiety, depression and insomnia. The crystals you have now do the opposite. Your crystals cuddle anxiety and depression and they worship their god, insomnia. 

Tiger’s eye helps you make clear, conscious decisions. I bet Charlie Sheen has Tiger’s eyes in his ears. 

Jasper is the supreme nurturer. Jasper promotes courage, quick thinking and confidence. Huh. You probably have Jasper’s bitter cousin, Maynard. 

So, turquoise is considered a good luck charm? HAHAHAHAFUCKINGHAHAHA. Yeah, good luck with getting out of bed and not smashing into the wall the next time you have to get up to pee. 

I took a quiz to see what crystals I need.

Apparently, my root chakras need some TLC.

The root chakra sits at the base of the spine and it’s where fear and trust issues reside. I’m not really sure what a chakra is, but I think if you shake it, it makes noise. Also, I’m not stunned that the quiz indicates fear and trust issues. Maybe, I should pick up a Smoky Quartz or a lodestone. Or maybe a Maynard. I definitely need something.

I’m going to a physical therapy appointment first thing tomorrow morning. I’m hoping they just wrap this shit up for me. Because for all that is holy, I’m tired of being dizzy. And I am sick to death of my stupid bed. Friends has been funny, though.

For the record, I like patchouli.

 

Photo by Sanndy Anghan from Pexels

 

Maybe Just A Little Good Karma?

First of all, I have always believed that Karma is bullshit.

Sure, what goes around very often comes around, but there are way too many motherfuckers walking around living fabulous lives who do terrible things.

Still, I do like the thought of good Karma.

I thought perhaps Randy and I snagged ourselves a little of the good Karma Saturday night, but now I’m not so sure.

We had a fairly lovely day. We cleaned our entire house. We went to visit my parents and sister and I got to play with her dogs for a little bit. My older son turned 34 on Saturday, and his brother celebrated with him, so Randy and I had the house to ourselves for the evening.

I decided after having such a busy day, that we’d get some Doordash delivery instead of messing up our newly detailed kitchen. good karma statue

So, we had a few cocktails and put in an order for a Gomez Salsa Turtles.

I have a small table on my front porch. I waited for the driver to put the bag down and went out to get it.

I realized there was a problem instantly because the bag said something about “burgers” on it.

I peeked inside, just to be sure, and it was definitely not our food.

We live on a cul de sac, so the driver had to go to the end of my street to turn around. I flagged him down and told him we had the wrong food. He apologized profusely, got the bag of burgers, and left a bag on my table.

I picked the bag up, took it inside and told Randy that the food was here.

Then, I opened the bag.

There wasn’t so much Mexican food in the bag as there were video games.

At first, I thought it was a bag of DVDs, but upon further inspection, they were X-Box video games.

We laughed until we cried.

So, I texted the Doordash dude and said he gave us a bag of video games. He texted back OMG I AM SO SORRY. I WILL BE RIGHT THERE!

I felt sorry for the guy.

I mean, we already got the wrong food and then we got “not food”. But Randy and I found the whole thing so amusing, that he grabbed his wallet and we waited for the dude to get back.

He sees us both standing there and I have to assume he thought we were going to scream and yell at him or something.

He handed us our food and Randy handed him ten bucks. I mean, we already tipped him through the Doordash app, but anything that can make both of us laugh that much is worth ten bucks.

The kid looked a little bewildered as that exchange didn’t go as I assume he expected.

I thought maybe we picked up a few Karma points for that.

Then, I woke up Sunday morning with vertigo so bad that I could barely walk. I spent the entire day in bed. I couldn’t even sit up.

I’m better this morning, but far from okay. I’m calling my doctor as soon as the office opens. I’m fully vaccinated, but I’m still going to request a COVID test. I don’t have a fever or anything, but my sinuses are completely wrecked.

So, it’s like I said. Karma is bullshit.

But I’m still glad we over-tipped that guy.