Post something good that happened today, Parts Two

[Lestat]

Got confirmation on my purchases on ebay.

Looking to spend the last few quid I've got (about £16-17) until tomorrow. Could do with some calcium metal, or alternatively, some barium or strontium.

And if I can find it, I REALLY want a native tellurium crystal on something like sylvanite, as a collection piece, for mounting on the wall of the lab. Native tellurium looks fucking awesome.

Alternatively, I need some sodium borohydride, and some concentrated nitric acid.

[Parts]

While drilling holes in the top of a wall the $35 drill bit came out of the drill and fell down 8 feet into the wall.  I went out to the van and got a magnet and some string  and  fished it out on the first try

[odeon]

Coffee happened.

[renaeden]

I made mini quiches and they are delicious.

["couldbecousin"]

I made mini quiches and they are delicious.

  *peers hopefully through renaeden's kitchen window* 

[Lestat]

Nicely done, Parts.

So far today, I woke up after a looooooong sleep, induced by my antiseizure main med, plus the stuff I am temporarily taking for anxiety, nitrazepam, I took the latter first as I HAD to get meds in me to stop the seizure in its tracks, which it did.

Primary effect of nitrazepam,  a benzodiazepine, is sedative-hypnotic, rather strongly swerving towards the hypnotic. And in conjunction with my primary antiseizure drug the result was rapidly and quite beyond my power to resist, being sedated, so I had a good long refreshing sleep to gain ascendancy over what the one, only and totally fucking hawt kassiane S, the rettdevil herself, calls 'post-ictal shitty. I took the nitrazepam quickly as could be, had to go rearrange my entire primary medkit after tipping everything  out and hitting the bugger (seizure, not kass that is ) with the nitrazepam, who alone I can resist the strong, strong drive to sleep. But with one tablet (5mg) and one 192mg chlormethiazole cap there is quite simply not a chance in hell that there is the slightest potential for remaining awake. I didn't even get  up out of my seat, just fell asleep sat in a comfy armchair. Woke at a round 1-half 1 PM and am still feeling the nitrazepam so strongly I am gripping with my legs into my 'seat' (a guitar amp actually with a cushion stuck under me arse lol)

Woke up again much later and found that the postman had left me  a wee bit of treasure in a nicely sized and weighty cardboard box parcel. More on that can or rather in a moment will soon be posted in Lestat's Lab:)

[rock hound]

Yoga

[odeon]

Work ended.

[Lestat]

And the parcel turned out to be...a large bag of very, very very VERY fine aluminium powder (particle size 30microns and less.) That will be useful for all manner of reductions, metallurgy experiments  and the like:)

[rock hound]

My GeoScience books arrived!   

[Parts]

Finished up working on a pain in the ass house and got paid

[Queen Victoria]

That I am not this blogger.  I roared at paragraph 4.

You know those times when you think, “This day absolutely CANNOT get any worse” because you just voted for someone that you suspect might take our country to heck in a handbasket, but if You Know Who wins, you are fairly certain the country will go there in a rocket?

And then while you’re reviewing your vote your daughter texts you from basketball practice that she is having the same severe allergic reaction that put her in the ER last week and then she sends you a pic of her face that looks exactly like the one of Will Smith in the movie “Hitch” so you tell the voter volunteer and she asks if you want to ditch the voting booth and you say, “NO! I need to get this vote to count!” So you press enter quickly and pray that you voted for the right one and literally RUN out of the polling place and jump in the van, and it’s not until you’re halfway down the block that you realize you’ve been hearing a menacing SCRRRRRRRRRAPING sound, so you pull over and get out to quickly walk to the back and see a couple of volunteers (including an elder from church) chasing your vehicle because you have run over a barricade and have been dragging it down the street. The elder asks if there is a problem, and you say, “I HAVE A LOT OF PROBLEMS!” as you run back to the van apologizing.

Then on your way to get the girl to the ER you call a friend to pick up the other teen from babysitting and she tells you your security gate is stuck in the closed position and she can see that the new neighbor who bought some property from the widow and was recently arrested for possession of meth (I can’t make this stuff up) is having a fight with his girlfriend in the middle of the road. So she climbs over the gate (sorry, Cintheya!) to make sure your kids at home are okay and you send up a silent prayer that all meth addicts stay clear of your home.

And when you get to the ER the doctor that is assigned to you has only one arm, and I’m not saying anything about doctors with only one arm except that it seems like it would make some procedures pretty difficult, so you find yourself (once again) praying that there will be no need for CPR this day and then you spend the better part of the next hour imagining what it would take for a one armed doctor to do CPR.

The good news is we are home now, the gate opened, and all is well.

And I can just pay that traffic ticket tomorrow…

[renaeden]

I am VERY happy that it wasn't you, QV.

["couldbecousin"]

  I learned more about the way my paintings need to evolve, about the way I work. 

[Charlotte Quin]

For once I'm not going to bed ridiculously bloated.

Carbs be gone!