The Electric

After three years of waiting, I finally order a new computer from Dell. Jean is still trying to recover from the shock that I pulled the trigger on the deal. I have an interest free PC loan from work so it makes the higher end rigs more affordable. Yet I’m still mulling over the trade offs in an attempt to make sure I’m cool with them.

See I was down between a Velocity Micro and a Dell.

The Velocity had the AMD X2 64 bit chip in its favor. The Dell offered 4 years on the warranty, the Intel Pentium D Dual Core and a 20 in LCD wide-screen digital monitor for just $230 added to their new XPS 600.

The Velocity Micro didn’t come with a monitor and they couldn’t work with me on the price. Dell had me on one discount plan since we switched our printers over to theirs at work (their quite nice) and still worked with me to lower the price. I was able to grab a 13 in 1 plus floppy reader along with a WinPVR 150 for just $50 over my quote.

So now the hard part, waiting for the thing to come.

OK, three weeks of waiting to see what kind of tumor you might have is never fun. I stress eat just about anything I could find. I was irritable.

I told a coworker who’s husband is dealing with cancer and she gave me a lay blessing on my forehead with the sign of the cross. I went to a healing service at church and had a blessing with oil given by my pastor.

I played with John and even picked out and ordered a new computer while keeping one eye on the calendar. I started my class at Franklin but couldn’t get into it the first week since I didn’t know if I would have to drop it due to the knee.

So when it came time to roll into the Doctor’s office, I almost wanted it to be bad news with the logic that the waiting had put me in that ‘pissed at the world place’ and just needed to have my reason vetted. Plus that hypocondraic in me didn’t want all this to be for nothing.

Twisted isn’t it.

Yet nothing is what it was. I have a cyst. Thanks to the MRI, it showed that there isn’t anything to do aside from a little PT, a bunch of weight loss and some anti-inflammatories from time to time.

The black cloud of doom broke to the sunshine. Jean and I thanked God. Then the crash of three weeks worth of worry came. It left me irritable. My guess it’s due to the sugar withdraw as I go back on my eating plan.