Well today was a day of small wins, let’s be fair small wins are better than small losses. I did the whole day without nodding off (some of my colleagues were not so successful), no urgent toilet breaks, operated my own seat belt (if a little awkwardly) and generally no indication that I was a secret 60-year-old!
I didn’t get more than one show and tell which is good going and I even managed to scribble some vaguely intelligible words on a whiteboard. To cap it all I am full of beans and tackling an email backlog, now that is how its meant to be.
The blog seems to be entertaining people as this month so far is the highest reads of any month at 505 and were only half way through, thank you so much for reading my ramblings as a normally private man it’s actually good to be sharing my rather haphazard path through life and its hurdles. I appreciate every message of support, it gives some purpose to the routine of typing interspersed with hand straightening and joint cracking.
A couple of honourable mentions today, the first to Martin for his continued and unwavering support really more than I deserve or could have expected and the second to Heath thank you for the very kind words.
In other news Martin confirmed that the words ‘press ups’ make everyone wince rather spectacularly, funny you would have though that by now people would realise that I have no intention of changing my self prescribed therapy until I am proved wrong by spectacular failure but no they still seem surprised.
I have said before that I do this stuff so that you don’t have to and the education is clearly working. Wayne had his windscreen replaced on Friday and I am sure that his glass technician* was impressed that he recognised the cause of his forearm scaring as a failed skin graft, this of course led to a detailed medical debate. Apparently the guy had his right wrist fused some time after his accident as a result of pain and when Wayne asked how awkward this made life he noted that he had just replaced the windscreen with no difficulty. When we discussed it we obviously considered the implication of two fused wrists and the answer was that this would be a significant disability especially when you consider that my forearms are damaged as well.
The conclusion from this field study in fusing wrists is that it is not something that I have any particular use for, clearly limiting movement is not advantageous or lazy people would have stopped rotating their wrists years ago!
I now have a new mission for the female followers of the blog, I believe that I have started to turn the corner with my hair issues and have based this on the fact that the unkempt appearance is the result of shorter hair that does not reach the pony tail, logic**dictates that shorter hair is newer hair so its coming back. Now the dilemma is that the series of potions that I have been prescribed by Jo results in fantastically light hair, which I am sure is the intent although I struggle to decode the utter garbage that is written on the bottles. I need to identify which solution will control this new mess or continue to look like I am sporting headwear made from tumble dried rabbits fur.
I appreciate that I have already had access to trade secrets normally reserved strictly for women and I solemnly swear to empty my mind of all such secrets and witchcraft when the situation is resolved. To be fair I am still struggling waking up with a face full of hair and a pillow that smells like I have had company, I have taken to locking my hotel room door to trap the succubus***that I am convinced is visiting me at night.
*This seems like an appropriate term for the modern world but if I am incorrect then please accept my apologies and insert the correct term from the list ‘glass fitter’ ‘ glass doctor’ ‘glazing specialist’ ‘windscreen paramedic’
**On reflection I strike this from the record since logis has no place in this debate, it is entirely grounded in witchcraft and girliness
***For the uneductaed http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Succubus