I woke up at three this morning, scratching a scab on my leg. Couldn’t find my anti-biotic ointment, so I was ready to head out to Wegman’s and pick some more up but I could not find my wallet.
Found my wallet in a part of my jacket that I never use because the pocket is ripped. Swapped jackets to my more serious and more pocket-friendly black winter jacket with Sith-hood.
This thing on my leg was kind of ugly and I was worried it was a staph infection or ringworm. So, I called out of work and made a doctor’s appointment. No ringworm, no staph, just a spider-bite gone wrong. Oh, and get some B12, as my blood-work showed I was on the low end of normal, not an oddity for Celiac’s folk.
Weighed in at 210, a nice weight, also, funny enough, when I wrestled Pete C. last week and got on his back, he grunted, “Feels like you are clockin’ in at about two-ten.” Good call, Pete.
Went to Wegman’s after the doc and got my ointment, called my boss and told her I could come in if needed but she has not called me back. Also got sme B-12 but could not get an answer as to it being gluten-free. Wegman’s said they would call me when they figured it out, something about the vitamins not being listed with the rest of their items.
Winters tires were complicated by my father, the car’s previous owner, having put non-standard wheels and rims on the car, a measurement of wheel that had no winter tires that fit. So, I had to order wheels, due in next week.
Got home, piled some laundry together and shot the shat with Jeff H. in the kitchen about this weekend’s awesome UFC card.
Oy, this day.
I am going to get a work out in and do some laundry, just so I feel like I completed something.
How is your week going?