inmate822210
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My first couple posts on this account have been a bit on the serious side, and I just wanted to bring some levity to the forums about my own personal rustication that others can probably relate to in their own lives. Just a basic synopsis: I rusticated about two years ago to our family farm so I could be closer to the Mayo Clinic. I wasn't prepared at the time for the extreme culture shock, but now it's just humorous for me. It's small things in small towns--like I wear a designer sports coat and cufflinks and get called a fairy by the guys with the camo jackets and hunter orange snow caps. Naturally I think of them as cavemen, however, the reality is that PC is completely out of the question and now we just have an understanding of how we look at each other. It's almost cordial at this point! But, this post comes down to being released from the hospital earlier today, being halfway home (about 30 miles from the nearest Walmart), and realizing that I'd need some chips or a high salt food to accomplish the recommendation that I increase my salt intake to 5-10g per day to increase my blood volume with the aide of a Rx. I hadn't thought of this after being discharged as I simply wanted to get home, so I left myself with only one option-- The small town grocery store! This is a truly amazing place, and I mean that with the utmost sincerity. People are often hostile towards me because I didn't grow up in the small town, but I disregard it mostly and just keep a positive attitude. Besides, I did say it's amazing. When I first moved here, I was scouring the aisles for pop, and lo-and-behold, I actually found a case of Crystal Pepsi on the shelf in the back. I was giddy beyond belief! From there, I also investigated other local grocers to find rare things, amongst my favorite, a can of Slice in one of the coolers. That hasn't been around in a decade! But for this trip, it really comes down to one specific place: the chip aisle. Ironically the very same as the magnificent pop aisle/milk aisle/produce... not important! And there I was, pale as a ghost trying to buy some chips. However, it quickly became a complicated matter when one of my beloved cavemen began staring at my lackadaisically put together outfit after the hospital. I'm not the paranoid, "people are looking at me type", but this transcends that. I immediately noticed him grab for a bag of the ultra-super deluxe flavor smashing Ruffles. We don't have chips in 2014, we have manhoods on the line! Naturally I went into a panicked state as I wanted to make a bold counter-statement. So I sauntered up and down that aisle, looking at every last item. Andy's Hot Fries... don't want to die; Tostitos? possibly, but I couldn't find anything but mild salsa (not a strong statement), and then they appeared: Extreme Doritos Chipotle. I snatched that bag with my hubris intact and quickly got in the checkout line, fully assured that I had secured my manhood for the day... Got home... Omg, these are burning my digestive track! What in the world was I thinking?! Now they are high in sodium, but it's the fickle human psyche. I have a doctorate degree and nothing to prove; regardless, there are just these moments in social interaction where you lose yourself and have to not wimp out ;) Is there a point to this post? Beyond that I personally cannot tolerate Extreme Doritos? Not really, but it's a little insight to my day that makes me chuckle at my own silliness come day's end.
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