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Walking boots split across the soles. Something got in them and chewed my ankles. I have holes in my feet now. Left boots in bin at hotel. Came home in slippers.
Dehumidifier died. Need a new one or this place'll rot.
Shed padlock stopped working. Hacksaw blade has missing teeth. Tried to break the lock. Knocked whole latch off shed. Have fitted new latch and new lock. Now left eye swollen. No idea whether related.
Hair clipper oil ran out. Need more or they'll fail and then I'll get all shaggy.
Mobile not used in months so being disconnected. Probably ought to get them to not disconnect it.
Bank's cut the "interest rate" on my accounts AGAIN. I am sick of having to change banks again and again just to get almost enough interest to match the rate of inflation.
Knees fucked. Elbows fucked. Neck fucked. Brain fucked. Constant stream of drugs to counter side-effects of drugs to block pain is no fun, and the exercises the physio gave me don't seem to help. Currently can't sit, stand or walk for more than half an hour and sleep like the dead or not at all, unpredictably. Two hours in an aeroplane seat and I was biting down to stop myself screaming. One of the amusing side effects seems to be that food turns to methane inside my gut rather than being absorbed now, so eating seems like a bad idea ... but the pills damage your guts if you take them on an empty stomach, so guess who's lying down to vent off twice a day? Yay! Such opportunities I have.
Got an appointment about the knees at last. It's one hour after the start of my next appointment about my elbows and about an hour's travel away from it. Marvellous.
On the plus side, if you're going to drink yourself silly on a daily basis just so you can ignore your own body, you get to try a lot of beers. Grimbergen Dubbel and whatever rye beer I had on the first couple of nights are both very good, and so's whatever I had on the last night. It's "rukki õlu," apparently. There's a place in Tallinn very near ferry terminal D that's got some good ones on tap. It may have been there that I tried it.
On the down side, the pubs are at least ten minutes' walk away. I can walk that far in one go if I take it easy, now. I couldn't a month ago. Yay. Progress. (Shoot me.)
So I think I've figured something out. You get to be a young adult for a while, then you have kids and they get old enough to go on adventures and do awesome stuff just around the time you stop being able to do that yourself. You don't get to trade your old body in for a newer model, but the fun does. The closest we get to part-exchanging a worn-out man or woman is handing the world on to their children.
Luckily for my children, I have none.
Dehumidifier died. Need a new one or this place'll rot.
Shed padlock stopped working. Hacksaw blade has missing teeth. Tried to break the lock. Knocked whole latch off shed. Have fitted new latch and new lock. Now left eye swollen. No idea whether related.
Hair clipper oil ran out. Need more or they'll fail and then I'll get all shaggy.
Mobile not used in months so being disconnected. Probably ought to get them to not disconnect it.
Bank's cut the "interest rate" on my accounts AGAIN. I am sick of having to change banks again and again just to get almost enough interest to match the rate of inflation.
Knees fucked. Elbows fucked. Neck fucked. Brain fucked. Constant stream of drugs to counter side-effects of drugs to block pain is no fun, and the exercises the physio gave me don't seem to help. Currently can't sit, stand or walk for more than half an hour and sleep like the dead or not at all, unpredictably. Two hours in an aeroplane seat and I was biting down to stop myself screaming. One of the amusing side effects seems to be that food turns to methane inside my gut rather than being absorbed now, so eating seems like a bad idea ... but the pills damage your guts if you take them on an empty stomach, so guess who's lying down to vent off twice a day? Yay! Such opportunities I have.
Got an appointment about the knees at last. It's one hour after the start of my next appointment about my elbows and about an hour's travel away from it. Marvellous.
On the plus side, if you're going to drink yourself silly on a daily basis just so you can ignore your own body, you get to try a lot of beers. Grimbergen Dubbel and whatever rye beer I had on the first couple of nights are both very good, and so's whatever I had on the last night. It's "rukki õlu," apparently. There's a place in Tallinn very near ferry terminal D that's got some good ones on tap. It may have been there that I tried it.
On the down side, the pubs are at least ten minutes' walk away. I can walk that far in one go if I take it easy, now. I couldn't a month ago. Yay. Progress. (Shoot me.)
So I think I've figured something out. You get to be a young adult for a while, then you have kids and they get old enough to go on adventures and do awesome stuff just around the time you stop being able to do that yourself. You don't get to trade your old body in for a newer model, but the fun does. The closest we get to part-exchanging a worn-out man or woman is handing the world on to their children.
Luckily for my children, I have none.