| Well, the nose works. |
[Apr. 14th, 2009|09:08 pm] |
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| | Medical Love Song, Monty Python | ] |
I think something else that was adding to last night's irritation was the continuous realisation that I am fundamentally broken, physically. Pretty much nothing works the way it's supposed to.
* My eyes are pretty awful. I was looking at road signs as we drove and unable to identify them till we were nearly past them. In full daylight. Night vision's even worse. Everything gets surrounded by massive halos - it's like my own personal firework show. Glasses help, a little, but I still have difficulty reading bus numbers, and looking through them gives me a headache fairly often (particularly when I'm tired).
* My balance is next to nonexistent. Roland used to have a running gag that if I hadn't rolled my ankle by Wednesday lunchtime in the school week, I was running late with it (and this was sadly accurate). I'm a little better now, but have been known to trip over remarkably small cracks in the footpath (aided, no doubt, by the aforementioned lack of vision). This is something that I probably could work towards improving if I were suitably inclined, but I really dislike exercise and have enough trouble convincing myself to do the exercise I already do.
* My taste runs to "bland". And "comfortable". After that, I tend to be out of my element. I am getting a little better - I can now generally find at least one item I'm happy to eat from the menu whereever we go without too much "And without that, and that, and that". But at the same time, I have been known to go without food for most of a day if I can't find anything that appeals or can't be bothered cooking; probably not the best solution.
* My hearing has been worse than it is at the moment, but at the same time, I still seem to spend a lot of time going "Say that again?". There's always an excuse - server noise, people talking, etc etc - but it still happens more than I'd like. And I don't listen to my music that loudly. As a child, I had not one but two sets of grommets to clear out my ears and allow me to actually hear. They worked fine while they were in, but as soon as they came out, I was practically unable to hear once again. They actually had to be surgically removed, despite being supposed to fall out naturally, because mine never did. Periodically the doctor looks at my eardrum and says "There's a lot of inflammation there" - though I haven't asked them to check in a while, so I don't know whether it's still the case or not.
Gah.
-Mmaster |
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| "This is some other Dad's problem." |
[Apr. 14th, 2009|09:29 pm] |
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| | I'll Be There For You, The Rembrandts | ] |
On Saturday night, Chris and I were in Katoomba, at something of a loss of what to do. We wound up at the cinema, watching 17 Again, because it was what was on.
It was entertaining, though parts of it were more or less excruciating. The inevitable "Oh no, my daughter is falling in love with me" moment sort of rates on that scale.
Don't worry, Stevie, there's a song-and-dance number (well, no song, I guess); just for you.
I was bemused to realise, walking out of the film, that Matthew Perry was playing a character whose life could be described by the theme tune from Friends:
So no-one told you life was gonna be this way
Your job's a joke, you're broke; your love life's DOA
It's like you're always stuck in second gear
When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month
Or even your year
But
I'll be there for you
When the rain starts to pour
I'll be there for you
Like I've been there before
I'll be there for you
'Cause you're there for me too
<snip>
No one could ever know me
No one could ever see me
Seems you're the only one who knows
What it's like to be me
Someone to face the day with
Make it through all the rest with
Someone I'll always laugh with
Even at my worst I'm best with you, yeah
...Now someone needs to make it into a Ned/Mike slashvid.
-Mmaster |
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