It’s hot outside. Like, code orange air quality, sticky icky, 90 degree, underboob sweat, fucking hot.
We live in a 2 level…uh, house. We’ll call it a house. It’s about 5 degrees warmer upstairs than it is downstairs. That’s usually fine. Set the air to 73, and it stays under 80 degrees. I’ve got one extra variable to deal with this A/C season: manchild.
He runs a program called folding @home for team Nvidia. His computer is assigned data calculations to assist in research efforts in health sciences. Stuff like cancer, and nerve damage. You might be saying, “oh, what a nice guy!”, but he folds for Nvidia to get discount credits to use on video cards. A nice perk, if he actually needed a video card. He doesn’t game, doesn’t use photo processing software, or anything other than folding that uses the GPU. But he THINKS he needs to upgrade the GPU every 6 months because he enjoys wasting money.
Did I mention his computer runs at 58 degrees celcius, with the fans exhausting at full speed? Run a large tower pc at 136F for 8 days straight, and see if it doesn’t turn your living space into a fucking oven. It’s nice during the winter when the rest of the house is freezing, but now that it’s hot out, the upstairs hovers above 95. Then he opens the windows at night, which makes the air heavy and creates a heat index well above the ambient room temp.
Me and heat are like oil and water. That wonderful lanceting, burning pain associated with peripheral neuropathy is 10x worse when I’m hot. The POTS is way worse when I’m hot, and I’m feeling a little preictal. Of course, that could just be the ragestration. I’m a hot, angry mess.
I had dreams about being dismembered by hellbeasts and burning to death while fighting forest fires because I was so damn hot. The simple solution is to postpone ‘folding’ until it cools down, but no, “we have to reach our monthly points quota.”
He’s hiding in his bedroom now because being near me is no longer safe. I suggested he go to Ohio for the long weekend, but he didn’t bite. Can’t blame me for trying. I’ll be moving my shit downstairs today/this weekend. I don’t want to fry my brain. ONE of us needs to be able to think clearly.