Today and yesterday: benefits

Yesterday we went to the Aeon Mall in Kurashiki. This was kind of a crazy decision. Kurashiki is far, the mall is insanely crowded over vacation, and you have to walk insane, painful distances just to get anywhere,  well, they are insane and painful for my middling health. Hell, the place always tired me out at full health. 

But it had a Jurassic World during viewable hours (we didn’t want to come home too late with the threat of an early Friday looming over our heads), a Kamakura Pasta with a lot of enticing pasta items on the menu, and it had… okay it had two things but once you got my stomach, the rest of me is sure to follow. I wasn’t even sure about seeing Jurassic World. I just wanted something to watch, hell, after watching the Shingeki no Kyoujin anime last night (Attack on Titan, look it up… if you want) I was all psyched and stuff to watch it. But you know, all Japanese… So we went to the Aeon Mall in Kurashiki, following my stomach as usual.

The traffic on route two was its usual stall us for twenty minutes usual, the traffic before the mall worse, the congestion in the parkinglot the worst. Twenty-thirty minutes roving around the parking space, watching the car in front of us snatch up suddenly opening spaces everytime. I Mean I don’t know how often this happened, but it made me admire my wife’s patience in this (yes, I said patience and my wife together). If I were at the wheel, and luckily I don’t drive, I would’ve run down one of those parking space thieves eventually. My wife admirably didn’t murder anyone and finally when a disabled space opened up, she took it, propped out little green placard that comes with the stoma booklet and we had our parking space, close to an entrance. Yay, stoma.

My colostomy bag was already pretty full by the way, edging towards dangerous territory.

Then we had pasta. Yay, pasta, but… Damn it, I couldn’t eat much. I started to eat and started to get full. I couldn’t even make a halfway dent into the tomato cream sauce mound (with crab!). Well, it was tomato cream, again with the cream sauce, very filling. Still, it’s hard to measure these things other than in size and the quantity wasn’t very inspiring. So I forgot myself, got a little impatient, ate too much. Stupid, stupid… still even when I eat too much and all I don’t go crazy. I don’t try to eat the whole thing. I might go past a barrier or two, but there are plenty more magically raised in my stomach by the gut fairy, obviously, and I don’t ignore those. So I got too full, but in the end I was okay, and my appetite remains unscathed.

So then the movie, Jurassic World, wussing out on the Japanese here, and we get the tickets half off. Again, yay stoma. Jurassic World, not so much with the yays. It was entertaining… the excuse given for watching many a bad film. Alright, the first part was entertaining, when the damn hybrid dino was still fresh and you could pretend like it was going to kill even the main characters. Then they kept—they meaning the various heroes—running into it and you couldn’t pretend anymore. For all Spielberg’s crimes against cinema, when it came to action movies he knew how to run a good story. Much better than Michael Crichten who did the same damn thing with the T-Rex in the Jurassic Park novel. Spielberg cut out all those scene and the few the T-Rex was in still had impact. Have I gone off topic here? Sorry, just have a pet peeve about those showing too much things, the supposed spectacle which deadens any chance of a real exciting story and now I’m cycling onto it again. Anyway, half price. Thank you stoma.

And when it was over I emptied the bag into the toilet. Felt like real give and take this time. 

Then, after some rest (standing is tough work for me) we made the long trek to Starbucks at the opposite end of the mall. My stoma couldn’t help me here and man was it tough. Rested twice. Huffed and puffed. When landed in Starbucks I ordered their most refreshing drink and read Shingeki no Kyoujin, wishing I had watched that movie. But it was fun, being in a restaurant or, you know, in this case a Starbucks, and reading manga again. Good times, good times. The hero got to see his mother devoured by a giant, her legs from her ankles poking up from its skyward pointed face (didn’t want to double up on up, but now it’s okay?). Anyway, tired tired tired, going back was tiring too, but I guess I’m okay now. Got through it without getting sick or feeling worse today. The 7.5 on my blood test for inflammation was 4 points better than last week... 

Finally, we expressway’ed it home and got half off there too (as we had on the way up) because of my stoma. Yay stoma. And again yay, you know who. After all who was it that filed and filled out the necessary paperwork, waited for months for it to come through and finally picked it up at city hall? Yeah, you don’t really have to think too hard about that. Like I said, she’s the best.