Tuesday, 17 February 2009

• Aftershocks

  Some effects of the recent super-hilly / cold Austin half-marathon:

  • I now walk like Frankenstein if he had Polio due to how sore and stiff my muscles are.
  • I walk around work really slow and efforted. This totally ruins my usual cool/confident walk.
  • My feet feel like they are broken.  Literally.  Atleast cracked somewhere.
  • My immune system went on auto-shutdown.
  • I documented my sickness before the half-marathon I was worried about.  I did the race and ran it well because I'm not a pussy.  I wouldn't quit, but my immune system did.
  • I got a cool Batman/Old Clint Eastwood sounding voice out of which was pretty cool to use on people at work.
  • But then, my semi-annual pinkeye epidemic kicked in. I had to wear my spectacles to work for the first time today. But they could not stop the flames rising from behind my eyeballs.
  • It was at this point I decided to leave work and go to the doctor.  I didn't want the security gaurd at work to attack me thinking I was a possessed demon with firey eyes and a deep demonic voice.
  • Here's a pro: I now have found a doctor in Houston.  He is pretty cool.  He went to UT.  He's pretty young.  He can be my doctor for a while.  Keep me in  tip top shape.
  • So, as soon as my legs and nose and throat and eyes fix, I'll be good as new.

  I do have something I want to burn on though.  TOOLBOXES. I hate when you open a toolbox and use it, then you forget where in the box the tools go.  It's impossible to remember.  So they you try to put square pegs into circular holes.

  
  What a tool.  Kit.

   

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