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todayiamadaisy) wrote2011-04-13 11:55 am
todayiamadaisy) wrote2011-04-13 11:55 am
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A whale joins G-force
I burnt myself yesterday in a tragic laminating accident. The ancient laminator at work overheated and melted a document to its rollers and our new office girl asked me how to fix it. I couldn't do that, because it is completely cactus, as they say. (Er, do you say that? Or is this a quaint little colloquialism?) Anyway, in taking the laminator apart to determine its state of cactusicity, as they don't say, my arm somehow rested itself on a hot piece of metal. Foolish arm. I ran cold water over it for a minute or so and then put some papaw ointment on it, and when I got home I planned to put some aloe vera on it and maybe cover it up. Only I currently have former Sister Pauline of the Royal District Nursing Service staying with me and she pooh-poohed my aloe vera idea. She rummaged through my bathroom cabinet and found an old piece of Tegaderm (a transparent medical dressing like a second skin), which she reinforced with some silicon tape I didn't even know I had. It's done the job. The original irritated area was about 8cm in diameter, and it's down to just the deepest part of the burn now, just 3cm in diameter. The enormous dressing looks like overkill.
Something I have enjoyed about having my mother stay with me is how much pleasure she gets from the way this man pronounces the word 'hose'. Every time that ad is on (which is often), she goes into an extended riff along the lines of 'who knows, he'll fix your hose woes, foes'. It's like living with Fox in Socks.
What else? Oh, the blue book I saw the other day? Was this. Part of a major new trilogy for 9 to 12 year olds. I do like the cover.
Finally, this is the cartoon in this week's medical newspaper:
Is that true? Are there doctors reading that, chuckling and thinking it's funny because it's true? At last, they think, someone acknowledges that monkey bars are the deadliest playground equipment! Maybe I was a particularly dense child, but I could never really work out what to do with monkey bars. The few times I used them, I just sort of hung there, wishing I'd gone on the swing instead.
Something I have enjoyed about having my mother stay with me is how much pleasure she gets from the way this man pronounces the word 'hose'. Every time that ad is on (which is often), she goes into an extended riff along the lines of 'who knows, he'll fix your hose woes, foes'. It's like living with Fox in Socks.
What else? Oh, the blue book I saw the other day? Was this. Part of a major new trilogy for 9 to 12 year olds. I do like the cover.
Finally, this is the cartoon in this week's medical newspaper:
Is that true? Are there doctors reading that, chuckling and thinking it's funny because it's true? At last, they think, someone acknowledges that monkey bars are the deadliest playground equipment! Maybe I was a particularly dense child, but I could never really work out what to do with monkey bars. The few times I used them, I just sort of hung there, wishing I'd gone on the swing instead.