I wrote a blog entry yesterday that I wasn’t particularly pleased with so whilst I published it on my blog page I didn’t link it to Facebook, only my Google+ account which nobody reads anyway.
It is another metaphorical take on my worklife that I didn’t think quite clicked and I didn’t want to inflict more of that sort of diatribe on anyone if it isn’t very good. I did put a bit of work into it however and didn’t want to waste it good or not so I published it, for better or worse.
If you are up to reading some bad writing the post concerned shouldn’t be hard to find. It should be right below this one.
In anycase it’s Friday and we have almost reached the shimmering oasis of the weekend.
It’s been quiet at work and I have had the pleasure of my own company for most of it, gaily sorting away in lovely solitude in the small parcel area.
On a personal note, it’s also been quiet. The mild chest cold which affected me for a week continues to dog my system and there is nothing more for me to do but wait it out.
I have for a couple of years now had a spot on my right forearm which looks like a graze. It’s about 1cm across, bright pink with a scab-like pigment on top. I’m really not sure when I noticed it but, being a typical Australian male I didn’t worry about it and assumed it would go away. The thought of it being some sort of skin ailment due to sun damage did cross my mind and I kept an eye on it to make sure it didn’t get larger or change colour which it hasn’t.
Years of summer bike riding must surely have taken some toll on my skin and it’s only the last couple of years as my cycling enthusiasm dimmed that my arms and legs have not been brown as berries from hours riding in the summer sun.
So, feeling secure as the wound in question has not changed it’s appearance at all, I have not bothered going to see a doctor about it. Even when I took the top off it whilst cutting up foilage in the yard, it grew back but I never worried about it too much.
I’m not sure if it’s a side effect of getting older but just recently I decided I better let some one have a look at it and burn it off if that is what’s required.
Trouble is, I have been due to have a spiometry test at the doctor’s surgery, that is, basically a test of lung capacity.
My doctor also happens to be a specialist in asthma treatment and the last time I went to him I was scolded because I hadn’t done the spiometry test he had requested I do at regular intervals. I was supposed to do one in January but never booked in because it is….January. I’m on holidays and the whole thing seems to be a bit of a waste of time.
Problem is we all have to go to the doctor again eventually and I didn’t want to have to go back to the quack only to have him ask me again why I haven’t done his precious spiometry test!
So, I was all ready to go on Wednesday. I figured I could do the spiometry test then and book in to see the quack a week later. Perfect. Until I caught this clinging cold which was of course still affecting me last Wednesday when I was due to be emptying the contents of my lungs into the medical machinery at the doctor’s surgery.
So it has been postponed for a week and hopefully my body will be fully engaged and capable for what is required. Then I will finally get the little problem on my arm sorted once and for all. Because you can never be too careful.
So, I am off to Melbourne tomorrow morning for an overnighter and watching Richmond playing Carlton at the MCG which should be something of a taste of the local culture.
Hope all manage to have a good weekend and I will see you again on the flipside.
It is another metaphorical take on my worklife that I didn’t think quite clicked and I didn’t want to inflict more of that sort of diatribe on anyone if it isn’t very good. I did put a bit of work into it however and didn’t want to waste it good or not so I published it, for better or worse.
If you are up to reading some bad writing the post concerned shouldn’t be hard to find. It should be right below this one.
In anycase it’s Friday and we have almost reached the shimmering oasis of the weekend.
It’s been quiet at work and I have had the pleasure of my own company for most of it, gaily sorting away in lovely solitude in the small parcel area.
On a personal note, it’s also been quiet. The mild chest cold which affected me for a week continues to dog my system and there is nothing more for me to do but wait it out.
I have for a couple of years now had a spot on my right forearm which looks like a graze. It’s about 1cm across, bright pink with a scab-like pigment on top. I’m really not sure when I noticed it but, being a typical Australian male I didn’t worry about it and assumed it would go away. The thought of it being some sort of skin ailment due to sun damage did cross my mind and I kept an eye on it to make sure it didn’t get larger or change colour which it hasn’t.
Years of summer bike riding must surely have taken some toll on my skin and it’s only the last couple of years as my cycling enthusiasm dimmed that my arms and legs have not been brown as berries from hours riding in the summer sun.
So, feeling secure as the wound in question has not changed it’s appearance at all, I have not bothered going to see a doctor about it. Even when I took the top off it whilst cutting up foilage in the yard, it grew back but I never worried about it too much.
I’m not sure if it’s a side effect of getting older but just recently I decided I better let some one have a look at it and burn it off if that is what’s required.
Trouble is, I have been due to have a spiometry test at the doctor’s surgery, that is, basically a test of lung capacity.
My doctor also happens to be a specialist in asthma treatment and the last time I went to him I was scolded because I hadn’t done the spiometry test he had requested I do at regular intervals. I was supposed to do one in January but never booked in because it is….January. I’m on holidays and the whole thing seems to be a bit of a waste of time.
Problem is we all have to go to the doctor again eventually and I didn’t want to have to go back to the quack only to have him ask me again why I haven’t done his precious spiometry test!
So, I was all ready to go on Wednesday. I figured I could do the spiometry test then and book in to see the quack a week later. Perfect. Until I caught this clinging cold which was of course still affecting me last Wednesday when I was due to be emptying the contents of my lungs into the medical machinery at the doctor’s surgery.
So it has been postponed for a week and hopefully my body will be fully engaged and capable for what is required. Then I will finally get the little problem on my arm sorted once and for all. Because you can never be too careful.
So, I am off to Melbourne tomorrow morning for an overnighter and watching Richmond playing Carlton at the MCG which should be something of a taste of the local culture.
Hope all manage to have a good weekend and I will see you again on the flipside.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 