A pretty normal week
So why post?
A couple of things of note did occur.
First there was the re-building of the footballfield to fake grass footballfield right outside my window. You need to dig deep trenches so the . . . . cables can get in. The precise role of cables in a footballfield is not quite clear to me. Nor is the reason to start at 06:30 using the damn tractor to dig the things. I tell you: It’s loud. And it’s also WARM here right now, so sleeping with the window closed . . . not really my first choice.
But that minor annoyance has passed. Though one can only assume that it takes more big, loud machines to turn the now barren field with subterranean cables into an actual footballfield.
Secondly: Monday was good . . . well mostly good. Me and my girl celebrated 3 months together. We did so by going to a sub-tropical-swim-paradise thing (Tropicana to those that know it). I won’t elaborate on too many things that went on in there. But it’s me, my girl, very little clothing, warm water and a measure of privacy. Use your imagination.
NO, NOT THAT!
It’s a public pool you pervert
OK, so I don’t actually know what you were thinking, but it’s a pretty safe bet the above comments apply.
One of the things that happened there was that in the fast wild-water course I got a booboo on my foot. I say “Booboo” because it’s really nothing. It hurts a bit, makes that I can’t walk real well. It’ll pass.
Or so I thought monday. And tuesday. Wednesday doubts began to creep in. Thursday I called the doctor and friday . . . .I picked up a crutch.
Turns out the booboo was in a rather tactical place. I hurt the Metatarsal-Phalangeal joint of the second toe on my left foot. Now, a normal injury to a joint is fixed by not using it. Walking, however, is kinda hard to skip. The injury is precisely on the bit you should roll your foot over when walking. So after walking around that bit for a couple of days (and feeling pain in different parts of the foot as those weren’t used to carry those loads) I got the doctor’s advice for 2-6 weeks of rest and the use of a crutch for the next five days.
So I got to crutch around at work yesterday for a little tiny joint ache. I felt like quite the poser. But I had experienced what happens to the nerve endings in my foot when I’m not being a poser. It wasn’t a tough decision to keep walking with that thing.
Other than that, pretty quiet week. School stuff, still trying to get my ticket, no kung fu. Oh . . . and no party, coz I can’t dance anyway . . . grrrrrrrrr
Oh man, I haven’t even reported on the University Lustrum party yet, have I? Well, some other time
On the loud machines issue . . . . I was right . . . It takes 3 loud machines working from very early in the morning to take the next step in the making of a footballfield
noise? didn’t have trouble with anything at my place…
And maybe it’s best to actually use the wild-water slide as a slide, and not as a thing to ruin your foot….
Are your stories as funny as what I read here? How is the foot and walking’s oke now?
The stories are funny when life is funny
Hopefully for me. But I’m not beyond some Schadenfreude at my own expense