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My woes, let me tell you them
Jan. 3rd, 2012 12:57 pmI haven't yet given up on the three-hours-lunch-break project, but the fates are conspiring against me. Truly, they are.
The plan for today was: go to Ramstore shopping mall, make a few purchases, have lunch reading a book, go grocery shopping (the things I can't order by internet), go back to work. OK, so I went there, tried to buy the asthma inhaler which seems to be sold out in the whole country (bummer), looked at the shops for a bit. Then went to restaurant, or rather the place where it had been, only to realize that it doesn't exist anymore. Since I didn't feel like going to another place and then returning for groceries, I just got the groceries including four apples which I'm now munching. The whole expedition took slightly over an hour.
The path of virtue just loves me. I do not love it back.
The second woe concerns my poor hands. If you play a lot of tennis, you get calluses. Not pretty, but part of the parcel. And when it's cold and dry, the callused skin has a tendency to crack. Those cracks go deep, and they heal only with difficulty, especially if you play tennis a lot. Right now, I got one -- the nastiest -- on the index-finger-side of my right thumb, one on the thumb-side of my right index finger and one on the tip of the middle finger. Ointment is being applied liberally, and the wounds do heal, but never sufficiently, i.e. the new skin is too thin to withstand the forces at work when I return a strong serve or play volley.
Ouch!
On the general scale of pain it doesn't rate very highly, but it's annoying enough that I have to clench my teeth every time I play forehand. You can't apply sticking plaster either to protect the fingers while playing; or rather you can, but it comes off right away.
Otherwise life is pretty woe-free right now, though, so I'll try to be philosophical and pass the time plotting Thursday's long lunch break.
The plan for today was: go to Ramstore shopping mall, make a few purchases, have lunch reading a book, go grocery shopping (the things I can't order by internet), go back to work. OK, so I went there, tried to buy the asthma inhaler which seems to be sold out in the whole country (bummer), looked at the shops for a bit. Then went to restaurant, or rather the place where it had been, only to realize that it doesn't exist anymore. Since I didn't feel like going to another place and then returning for groceries, I just got the groceries including four apples which I'm now munching. The whole expedition took slightly over an hour.
The path of virtue just loves me. I do not love it back.
The second woe concerns my poor hands. If you play a lot of tennis, you get calluses. Not pretty, but part of the parcel. And when it's cold and dry, the callused skin has a tendency to crack. Those cracks go deep, and they heal only with difficulty, especially if you play tennis a lot. Right now, I got one -- the nastiest -- on the index-finger-side of my right thumb, one on the thumb-side of my right index finger and one on the tip of the middle finger. Ointment is being applied liberally, and the wounds do heal, but never sufficiently, i.e. the new skin is too thin to withstand the forces at work when I return a strong serve or play volley.
Ouch!
On the general scale of pain it doesn't rate very highly, but it's annoying enough that I have to clench my teeth every time I play forehand. You can't apply sticking plaster either to protect the fingers while playing; or rather you can, but it comes off right away.
Otherwise life is pretty woe-free right now, though, so I'll try to be philosophical and pass the time plotting Thursday's long lunch break.
