So cruel, is the human body

February 13, 2024February 23, 2024 ~ dannyhong ~ Leave a comment

It started the previous weekend, when #2 just began projectile vomiting all over the place. No warning, no indication of illness, just vomit, lots of it, and spread out throughout the duration of the day. It was quite unpleasant. But after a good night’s sleep, the worst of it was over, and after another 24 hours, it was as if she were never sick at all.

A few days later, mythical wife rolls in from work, and is pretty much laid up for the remainder of the day with similar symptoms. That night, I hear more crying from usual from #1 on the baby monitor, to the point where I feel like I have to check in on her. The scent of vomit is in the air upon entering her room, and it turns out that she too has caught the bug. After several hours of hanging out with her, reading her books, and letting her purge everything that’s been in her system, by 1 am, she’s finally asleep.

Same thing, a day later, nobody is vomiting anymore, and a day after that and everyone is mostly back to normal again, although mythical wife seemed to drag a little bit more than the girls did.

Days later, I’m on the phone with my mom on the way home from work. It had been a long day, and one that really required the second cup of coffee in order to make it home. I’m telling my mom how it very fortunate that I managed to avoid the bug, considering how hard it hit the wife and kids.

Sure enough, no sooner than maybe a half hour after getting home, I’m beginning to feel unsettled. After the kids are put to bed, I don’t dawdle much and head to bed myself, feeling cruddy. About an hour later, the first bout of vomiting occurs, and its apparent that I must definitely did not escape the wrath of the bug either.

The following day is a miserable day of illness where the only thing I did when I wasn’t laying down drifting in and out of sleep, is a death march to and from the bathroom with some rather unpleasant purges. I slog through the work day, and my entire WFH Friday is completely burned, where I get no work done, and accomplish none of the little side chores I do in between. I’m starving and thirsty, but don’t want to put anything into my body when it’s clearly rejecting everything in sight. I don’t get back to sleep until closer to 4 am due to the constant need to get up and go to the toilet.

But much like everyone else, I’m mostly fine in 72 hours, which seems to be the norm for the adults with the bug. Lucid enough to be able to watch and slog through the Super Bowl, which was boring as fuck until the end and OT.

However, the real tragedy of me getting the bug is that, circling back to that second cup of coffee that I had on Thursday, I know that had nothing to do with me getting sick, but because it was one of the last things I consumed before I started getting sick, my body has decided to hold it responsible all the same. Even now as I write this, I’m leery on the idea of drinking a cup of black coffee, which is how I drink it at work because my workplace offers no creamers or additives and often times doesn’t even provide the coffee in the first place. But when I do drink coffee at the office, it’s black, except now my body is revolting at the idea of consuming anymore black coffee right now.

Even my morning cup of coffee, which has some flavored creamer in it, I’m still a little ehhh about at the moment, but I guess the added flavor and the fact that my body can’t really start without it, it’s an exception to be allowed, but frankly coffee in general has been very unappealing since I’d gotten sick, which completely sucks because I love coffee, and this is why the human body is capable of being so cruel.

Coffee had nothing to do with my getting sick, but because coffee undoubtedly made its way out during my mass purging, it’s like my body is blaming it anyway, and I’m still working myself back to being able to actually enjoy coffee again, and I feel like it’s going take an obnoxious amount of time before I really feel comfort and relaxation from a really good cup of coffee again.

Oh happy days abound

April 27, 2022 ~ dannyhong ~ Leave a comment

I never thought I’d need something so much until I heard this: Tim Hortons coming to Georgia

Welp, so much for that whole idea of getting into better shape. Once those iced capps start flowing, it’s all downhill from there.

Seriously though, this news tickles me pink as my daughters’ wardrobes. The best news I didn’t know even needed to come to fruition. I love Tim Hortons, it’s no secret to anyone who’s known me for a minute or two. Specifically their iced capps, which I’m bound to consume in ridiculous quantities whenever I’m remotely close to an area where Tim Hortons are accessible.

When I went to upstate New York, I hit up at least seven different Timmy’s. When I visited Detroit for a day, I hit two different Timmy’s on the way out of town, one of them being inside of an Arab supermarket. When my dad and I drove to Cleveland for baseball, I made a nearly 30 minute out-of-the-way detour to Youngstown, Ohio just because there was a Tim Hortons up there. Every single layover in Toronto means an iced capp, and for someone who doesn’t have Tim Hortons remotely accessible on the daily, I’ve consumed more iced capps than some Canadians.

And now they’re coming to Georgia. Reportedly 15 locations between Atlanta and Columbus, so hopefully some of those are remotely accessible to where I am now. I can’t say I’d be optimistic about the quality of their baked goods considering the available workforce around here, but considering the iced capps will be coming out of machines and bagged concentrate, I think I still have reason to excited about the potential of being able to get iced capps down here in the near future.

Man, first it was Buc-ee’s and now Tim Hortons coming to Georgia. Just need Wawa to miraculously crack into this state and I’ll have to tell myself to stfu when I get mad and ragey in Georgia traffic and asking myself why I still live here.

New Father Brogging, #027

November 20, 2020January 25, 2021 ~ dannyhong ~ Leave a comment

I was at a Target the other day, and while we’re checking out, I hear this little girl at the in-store Starbucks, ordering a caramel macchiato. Now I think Starbucks’ caramel macchiatos are definitely tasty, but the thing is that this girl was like, ten years old. And a Starbucks caramel macchiato probably has ten times the sugar and caffeine that a grown-ass adult ever needs in one sitting much less for a ten-year old twig of a girl.

Basically what I saw was a future Karen in the making, with a child already having developed a penchant for froufrou Starbucks coffee drinks, and for her own sake, it was good that the espresso machine was down, but I’m surprised that she or her completely disinterested looking dad didn’t demand to speak with a manager, and she walked away saying she was good instead.

One of my dreams now is to one day sit with my daughter in a coffee shop and have some coffee together. However, seeing as how I would prefer for her to not start drinking coffee until she is like 17, that’s going to be a ways from now, but I’m willing to wait it out as long as I don’t risk stunting the growth of my daughter and/or make her a slave to caffeine as much as her dear old dad is.

I try not to wish death unto others

November 24, 2019August 12, 2020 ~ dannyhong ~ Leave a comment

As we get older, sometimes we try to be a little more cognizant of the things we say, even in knee-jerk reactions or the heat of moments. When I was a moody teenager who hated everything, I was pretty quick to wish death unto others, for the most minor and inconsequential of circumstances. Cut me off in traffic? I hope you blow a flat and crash to your death. Take my parking space? I hope you become collateral damage to an MS-13 drive-by. Beat me in Street Fighter by chip damage? I hope you have heart attack and keel over you fat cheap fuck.

Yeah, death is a little bit extreme when it comes to momentary lapses in judgment of gauging the value of life. I’d really be kind of disappointed if I ever wished death unto another human being, and then it actually happened. And although the chances of such are microscopically minuscule and would obviously be the perfect storm of freak circumstances and not because I mentally wished it upon them, it really does make me think twice about even absent-mindedly, wishing death unto others, especially for overall trivial matters.

These days, I just wish diarrhea unto people who piss me off. Like, really bad liquid shits, that alter an afternoon, or ruin a night’s sleep; just a temporary dull pain with inconvenient side effects. It seems like an adequate amount of comeuppance to mentally wish to inflict on other human beings who piss me off. Take too long to order at Willy’s? Clog up the self-checkout at Publix? Aggressively whip around four lanes of traffic to ultimately end up one car length ahead of me? Be the shitheads sitting in row 25+ on a flight that rushes up to row 23 to get off ten seconds sooner, and ruin the entire deplaning process? Yeah, I wish diarrhea unto all these asshole motherfuckers. The more severe shits depending on how insufferable their actions are. One really bad episode, or nuclear shits that come back several times.

However, there are admittedly still some instances where my frustration bubbles over, and I still fantasize about some horrific death occurring, as much as I don’t really want to admit it. One is very specific, to when the perfect storm of human beings all spawning on every single toilet in the gym/office when I really have to go; seriously I rarely feel as enraged as I do when I feel the need to relieve myself, but every single stall in the numerous bathroom options I have are all occupied, regardless of the fact that it’s sometimes very early in the morning at times in which I deliberately choose to workout, banking on the early time reducing the amount of people that are present.

The last time this happened, I wanted to a meteor to fall onto the building. If I can’t use a crapper, then nobody should. 🙁

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People ruin everything

March 23, 2015July 15, 2020 ~ dannyhong ~ Leave a comment

Here I thought I wasn’t going to have anything to write about today, but all it took was a trip down to Starbucks for me to once again conclude that people ruin everything, and feel like writing about it.

So pretty much on a daily basis, my routine is that I get a cup of coffee in the morning when I get into the office, and because I’m an addict, usually around 2 pm, I go back to get a refill, because one of the benefits to being a Gold card holder is that refills are free.

Refills are on somewhat of an honor system; I buy a cup every morning; it’s roughly $1.90 for 12 ounces, which I get a refill for free later in the day. Sure, extrapolate the numbers, and I’m spending somewhere around $500 a year on coffee probably, but everyone’s got to have a vice.

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Race to Geth ER

March 19, 2015July 15, 2020 ~ dannyhong ~ Leave a comment

Legion is hurt. Which ship gets Legion to Geth ER the fastest? The Normandy, a Turian envoy or a Quarian vessel?

Seriously though, as a self-proclaimed typography snob, I simply cannot condone this message by Starbucks, regardless of how much of a slave I am to their product in general.

I get that creating racial awareness is something that perhaps the world as a whole might benefit from, in spite of how futile I may personally think it is, but I simply loathe when any word has to be broken up in an advertisement, much less twice.

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