Friday, July 18, 2008
NOSE JOBS AND BIKE JOBS......
So, the fiance is going well. Her nose is healing nicely and she doesn't look like a cocaine addict anymore.
A couple of weeks ago her nose had to have some routine post op. attention. Being still quite sore from the surgery I urged her to take an Endone ( morphine ) pill, as prescribed by the surgeon, if not for the possible pain then just to calm her down a bit. What the good doctor had in mind was to clean up her nose and remove the silicone splints holding it all in place. These are pieces of silicone about the size of flattened out dinner spoon. They are rolled up, inserted into each nostril and stitched into place. From experience I know that having anything post op. fiddled with can be painful which is why I urged her to take the pill. She however refused it and when the moment came found the whole experience rather painful and displayed the usual signs of someone who has gone into shock. The doctor sprayed some sort of cocaine up her nose, then cut the stitches and removed the splints, afterwards giving the nasal cavity a good sucking out with his miniature Hoover.
She just called to say that today's vacuuming was not as traumatic, good to hear.
Last weekend we had our engagement party. A fantastic time was had by all with eight people making their way from interstate to help us celebrate. There were photos, but due to my lack of interwebs access I'm unable to post them at the moment, hopefully later.
Highlights were: the cake made by my beloved's friend featuring Moomin kneeling and offering the original $1 plastic ring to Snorkmaiden, my drunken 'speech' ( using the term loosely as any kind of preperation was replaced by a short but heartfelt verbalisation of 'love you all, thanks for coming' ), the gorgeously prepared room at the pub that sells bad beer ( just quietly, they have some beer that tastes ok now, but I don't want to confuse anyone ) with candles everywhere providing majority of the lighting, the delicious platters prepared by the new Kiwi chef, the catching up with folk not seen for a long time. There were many other great things that happened that night, but I can't remember them. Too drunk.
Thanks to all who came and for the gifts, despite our instructions not to bring any.
I have been toying with the idea of riding the pushbike to work. I figured that if I have to spend time driving to work and going to the gym, I might as well commute on a bicycle and save myself the gym visits and some money.
Don't like the gym. It smells of dude sweat and the blokes tend to watch themselves in the mirrors as they touch their own chests / nipples, when they're not staring at the girls or hopping onto machines within their vicinty, and touching their own chests / nipples.
You get the picture....
I wanted a new bike that was more appropriate for that kind of riding and as I it turned out I ended up needing one instead of wanting one.
In the last week, I have been researching some bike shops / bikes in Melbourne and came across one shop which is running a blog about one of their workers who was cleaned up whilst riding and is now paralysed.
Tuesday, one of the blokes at work had his wife come in all shaken up after a cyclist ran into her and tried to get into the back seat, via the rear window.
Wednesday I saw footage of a road rage incident from the U.S.A. where a cyclist was run into by a driver and then left to cling onto the bonnet whilst the driver proceeded to keep driving to teach him a lesson.
Last night I got home to find that some junky had pilfered my push bike, the one I bought ages ago and ridden a couple of times. I found it wasn't right for me as the mountain style gearing was too slow, the seat hurt my metal reinforced arse and the bike was generally just crap.
I plan to go looking at bicycles this weekend, but am having second thoughts due to this weeks bicycle related incidents.
Maybe someone is trying to tell me something.........
.
A couple of weeks ago her nose had to have some routine post op. attention. Being still quite sore from the surgery I urged her to take an Endone ( morphine ) pill, as prescribed by the surgeon, if not for the possible pain then just to calm her down a bit. What the good doctor had in mind was to clean up her nose and remove the silicone splints holding it all in place. These are pieces of silicone about the size of flattened out dinner spoon. They are rolled up, inserted into each nostril and stitched into place. From experience I know that having anything post op. fiddled with can be painful which is why I urged her to take the pill. She however refused it and when the moment came found the whole experience rather painful and displayed the usual signs of someone who has gone into shock. The doctor sprayed some sort of cocaine up her nose, then cut the stitches and removed the splints, afterwards giving the nasal cavity a good sucking out with his miniature Hoover.
She just called to say that today's vacuuming was not as traumatic, good to hear.
Last weekend we had our engagement party. A fantastic time was had by all with eight people making their way from interstate to help us celebrate. There were photos, but due to my lack of interwebs access I'm unable to post them at the moment, hopefully later.
Highlights were: the cake made by my beloved's friend featuring Moomin kneeling and offering the original $1 plastic ring to Snorkmaiden, my drunken 'speech' ( using the term loosely as any kind of preperation was replaced by a short but heartfelt verbalisation of 'love you all, thanks for coming' ), the gorgeously prepared room at the pub that sells bad beer ( just quietly, they have some beer that tastes ok now, but I don't want to confuse anyone ) with candles everywhere providing majority of the lighting, the delicious platters prepared by the new Kiwi chef, the catching up with folk not seen for a long time. There were many other great things that happened that night, but I can't remember them. Too drunk.
Thanks to all who came and for the gifts, despite our instructions not to bring any.
I have been toying with the idea of riding the pushbike to work. I figured that if I have to spend time driving to work and going to the gym, I might as well commute on a bicycle and save myself the gym visits and some money.
Don't like the gym. It smells of dude sweat and the blokes tend to watch themselves in the mirrors as they touch their own chests / nipples, when they're not staring at the girls or hopping onto machines within their vicinty, and touching their own chests / nipples.
You get the picture....
I wanted a new bike that was more appropriate for that kind of riding and as I it turned out I ended up needing one instead of wanting one.
In the last week, I have been researching some bike shops / bikes in Melbourne and came across one shop which is running a blog about one of their workers who was cleaned up whilst riding and is now paralysed.
Tuesday, one of the blokes at work had his wife come in all shaken up after a cyclist ran into her and tried to get into the back seat, via the rear window.
Wednesday I saw footage of a road rage incident from the U.S.A. where a cyclist was run into by a driver and then left to cling onto the bonnet whilst the driver proceeded to keep driving to teach him a lesson.
Last night I got home to find that some junky had pilfered my push bike, the one I bought ages ago and ridden a couple of times. I found it wasn't right for me as the mountain style gearing was too slow, the seat hurt my metal reinforced arse and the bike was generally just crap.
I plan to go looking at bicycles this weekend, but am having second thoughts due to this weeks bicycle related incidents.
Maybe someone is trying to tell me something.........
.
