Flat
Posted: Mon 30 May, 2005 Filed under: General, Health Leave a comment »I don’t know why, but today I just feel flat. Well, flat out exhausted, to be exact. I don’t want to be feeling like this, because I know there’s a whole bundle of things I could/should be doing. But I just can’t break through the knackered feeling in order to build up the energy/ enthusiasm that’ll let me do anything.
All very odd. And not very pleasant. Not my normal type of mindset at all. But it’s actually been tempting to just go back to bed and lie down for a while. Thing is, last time I did that I didn’t wake up for eighteen hours, which is something I’d rather miss, if possible.
Ah well, I’m sure I’ll be back to normal tomorrow.
Rain
Posted: Tue 24 May, 2005 Filed under: Health, Travel 3 Comments »It’s pissing it down this morning, so I opted out of fitness and went instead for a lift in to the station. Which is all well and good, except that – like a twunt – I forgot that at the other end I’ve still got to get to the office.
So while it’s nice to be semi-dry when I get to the station, and while I don’t get soaked by road-rain stuff on the way in, I do spend longer in the rain.
Arses.
Pedestrian
Posted: Mon 23 May, 2005 Filed under: Health, Thoughts Leave a comment »Of course, when cycling to work, it’s not just cars you’ve got to watch out for. Sometimes it’s the bloody pedestrians too.
One section of my journey is on a dual-purpose path. One half is for cycles, one half is for pedestrians. The parts are clearly delineated by a thick white line, and the classic “cycle” icon on every junction, and at regular intervals. It’s pretty hard (I’d have thought) to not notice that it’s a cycle-path.
Today all of these clues had obviously bypassed one moron person. He saw that the pelican crossing fifty yards ahead had changed to allow pedestrians across, and obviously assumed that this meant he could simply dash across the road, because everyone would be stopped. Twat.
He didn’t look behind him, just turned and walked. Straight onto the cycle-lane. With guess who coming towards him at – admittedly – a fair rate of knots. Luckily my reactions aren’t bad, so I could move out to get round the fuckhead. But he still then tried calling me a twat. For riding on the cycle-path, completely safely. Hey, if I’d collided with the knob, I’d have allowed that I was perhaps not riding safely. But I was – and I avoided the cocksucker.
So I stopped and pointed out that perhaps he should pay a bit more attention – I wasn’t the first cyclist to have gone past him, I’d seen two others doing so, so it’s not like he “didn’t know” it was a cycle-path. Conveniently this also meant he missed his opportunity to cross the road, and had to wait at the pelican crossing.
Be still, my bleeding heart.
Knackered
Posted: Sun 22 May, 2005 Filed under: Domestic, General, Health, Thoughts Leave a comment »I have to say, tonight, I’m shattered.
Another ton of gravel has been deposited on the garden, and we’ve also removed a full skips-worth of earth in the process of remodelling what we’ve got. So between the two of us, we’ve probably lifted/wheelbarrowed/hauled/skipped between three and four tons of stuff this weekend.
My spine is complaining loudly, as are my arms. Tomorrow I’m back at work for a rest.
In other news, I’ve just turned down an interview tomorrow – having looked at it sensibly, forking out £15-ish per day on travel and taking 90 minutesish each way (assuming the trains run on time) is not what I moved down here for. I’m sure other stuff will come up soon enough, after all.
In other other news, we’ve started thinking about future directions, what we want to do with our lives, and where, and why. It’s not going to really start happening for at least a year yet, as Herself has a Masters to do, but all the same, we’ve got some ideas, and it’s time to start sketching them out into some kind of idea/plan/scheme. Should be interesting.
But for now, I’m off to collapse in bed. See you all tomorrow.
Dental
Posted: Fri 20 May, 2005 Filed under: Health, Sweary 16 Comments »Ah good, I hear you cry, another post about dentists. Trust me, it ain’t good.
I’ve just been to my final dentists appointment for the time being, and all I can constructively say at the end of it is that all dentists are cunts. No two ways about it. If they weren’t all sadistic bastards, there would be at least some movement to progress dental equipment in the same way that most other medical systems have improved over the last fourty fucking years.
But no, they still use the same dirty great sodding needle for anaesthetic, the same manky noisy bastard drills, the same little steel picks that slip into gum tissue, everything. So far as I can tell, sod all’s changed in the time I’ve been going to dentists. Ergo they’re sadistic bastards who enjoy doing this shit. Let’s face it, who in their right mind says “Yeah, when I grow up I want to be a dentist.”?
Today’s joyous visit included the epic highlight of an anaesthetic needle in my gum. Not the lip, not the cheek, the fucking gum. Right at the front. And the sod got the place wrong, so I also had anaesthetic fluid run up my sinus into my nose cavity. I can smell the fucking stuff. I can’t feel my nose at all, but I can still smell bastard anaesthetic.
The other jab went into my cheek. Fair enough. It still hurt, but it’s nowt compared to a gum-jab, I can tell you. And the best bit of that one was that it didn’t sodding work. Not a jot. I’m going to get all my normal side-effects from the anaesthetic (flu-like joint pain, and a head that feels like it’s been whacked by a sledgehammer covered in velvet) without the benefit of having it had kill any fucking pain at all.
In the end we went ahead with the second filling without pissing about with any more anaesthetic. It was far easier to do it that way, and only actually hurt when the tosser slipped with his little steel pick. Cunt.
Medical science has come ahead in leaps and bounds over the last half century. Dental science has stayed where it was. And because of that, I can only reiterate, all dentists are sadistic motherfuckers.
Work vs. Rest
Posted: Wed 11 May, 2005 Filed under: Health, Travel Leave a comment »One interesting thing I’ve found during the time I’ve been cycling to work recently is that progress is more measurable on a Monday.
I think that cycling all week, it’s best to have a couple of days off at the weekend. This seems to give the muscles time to recover a bit, but also to build up – I know it was always said that in gym workouts etc., it was better to work out every other day, for a similar reason.
All the same, it’s interesting to see how much my fitness levels have improved already – the parts that were knackering me in the first week are now fairly easily surmountable. Within a week or so, I’ll probably be only using the train one way to work, and cycling the full distance home. That’s the plan, anyway – just to see how I do and so on.
I’m enjoying the ride, in general. There’s far too many idiots on the roads now, but that’s part of the process. It’s still a good feeling to have completed the journey, and it’s also pretty fun and exhilarating in pieces to just get it right and do the ride smoothly without being prone to too many unnecessary risks…