You know you're having a bad day when...
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reggie11I thought I'd let you all have a laugh at my expense.
Have you ever had one of those days that you wish you'd just slept through and not woken up until the following morning? Today has been one of those days. It started before daybreak when I was woken to the sound of garbage trucks and realised I had forgotten to take the trash out. Nothing drastic, but it set the tone for the rest of the day. When I next awoke, bleary eyed and still half asleep I reached over to the nightstand in the semi-dark room, fumbled open my medication and swallowed it, then with my eyes still pretty much closed I grabbed the glass of water I keep by the bed to take a big gulp to wash it down. That's when I felt something other than water go into my mouth. My eyes flew open as I bolted upright and spat water all over the bed...and unfortunately my cat, Pixel. And right in the middle of the wet patch on the doona was a very wet, soggy fly. I'd had a fly in my mouth. A fly. In. My. Mouth! After much vigorous teeth brushing, mouthwash swirling, and more than a little gagging, I staggered out to feed the cat and let her outside.
I went back into my room to clean up the flung aside water glass and that's when I noticed the medication box and remembered something. When the garbos woke me I had gotten up to pee and had taken my tablet early because I was really aching. When I woke up a couple of hours later I had popped the pill on autopilot. Great, now I'd accidentally doubled up on my slow release opiate painkillers. That was going to make the day interesting by the time the second dose kicked in...and last for the next 12 hours. I needed coffee. So I turned around to stomp out to the kitchen to make it, and that's when I slipped on some of the water that I'd spilled when I'd flung aside the glass. Hmm, lucky I'd taken that extra pain medication after all.
So I make my coffee (grumbling about my now sore butt that I'd fallen on) and realised that although it's only early Spring, the day was Summer hot. So I opened the huge sliding window (leaving the screen half opened so Pixel can come and go as she pleases), grabbed my laptop and sat on the sofa to read a fic and enjoy my morning coffee. I'd settled in and was feeling relaxed (and maybe just a little high from the pain meds) when the maintenance guy for my building decided to clean up the garden, and that he would start right outside my front window. I didn't notice him, or the big leaf blower he was carrying, because I was reading. The next minute the blower roared to life and pretty much every leaf from outside came flying through my window in a big cloud of dirt, dust, and pollen. So now I have the worst hayfever attack you can imagine and a living room full of garden detritus and sneezing so much I felt my head may literally explode from the force.
I gave up on my nice relaxing coffee, popped some antihistamines, and jumped into a hot steamy shower. It helped somewhat. I combed my hair and brushed my teeth and reached over to grab my deodorant from the cabinet in my tiny, tiny bathroom and knocked the (open) jar of my favourite face cream into the toilet because I'd forgotten to put the lid down. FML.
This afternoon I was kind of half napping - yep, still a little high from the tablets - and was brought to full wakefulness to pitiful distressed cat sounds. I raced into the living room to see Pixel lying in a very contorted position under the coffee table and my heart was in my throat. Visions of broken bones in my head, I pushed the table out of the way and discovered what the real problem was. I have absolutely no idea how she managed it, but her right leg was completely through her collar, which was pretty much almost choking her, and the buckle was lodged firmly under her armpit (pawpit?) and the wing of her shoulderblade was being pushed to what looked like an extremely painful angle. I'm very, very lucky that she's a gentle cat, because except for a tiny struggle when I first lifted her, she sat still on my lap while I fumbled and cursed and accidentally pulled out chunks of fur, trying to get the buckle undone, and again when I massaged feeling back into her shoulder. Actually I think she loved that part given the loud purring. I would have cut the damn thing off but I didn't see how I could get the blade of the scissors under the collar without hurting her even more. How she'd jumped back in through the window is a mystery.
The day didn't really improve much after that. I felt a little nauseous from the opiates, my head has been aching from the hayfever, I have a bruised behind, and my (normally very good around food) cat decided that my dinner looked a little too tempting while I was up getting something to drink and I came back in the room just in time to see her licking happily at my thai pork dumplings, which then had to be binned.
I give up. Can it be tomorrow already?
Have you ever had one of those days that you wish you'd just slept through and not woken up until the following morning? Today has been one of those days. It started before daybreak when I was woken to the sound of garbage trucks and realised I had forgotten to take the trash out. Nothing drastic, but it set the tone for the rest of the day. When I next awoke, bleary eyed and still half asleep I reached over to the nightstand in the semi-dark room, fumbled open my medication and swallowed it, then with my eyes still pretty much closed I grabbed the glass of water I keep by the bed to take a big gulp to wash it down. That's when I felt something other than water go into my mouth. My eyes flew open as I bolted upright and spat water all over the bed...and unfortunately my cat, Pixel. And right in the middle of the wet patch on the doona was a very wet, soggy fly. I'd had a fly in my mouth. A fly. In. My. Mouth! After much vigorous teeth brushing, mouthwash swirling, and more than a little gagging, I staggered out to feed the cat and let her outside.
I went back into my room to clean up the flung aside water glass and that's when I noticed the medication box and remembered something. When the garbos woke me I had gotten up to pee and had taken my tablet early because I was really aching. When I woke up a couple of hours later I had popped the pill on autopilot. Great, now I'd accidentally doubled up on my slow release opiate painkillers. That was going to make the day interesting by the time the second dose kicked in...and last for the next 12 hours. I needed coffee. So I turned around to stomp out to the kitchen to make it, and that's when I slipped on some of the water that I'd spilled when I'd flung aside the glass. Hmm, lucky I'd taken that extra pain medication after all.
So I make my coffee (grumbling about my now sore butt that I'd fallen on) and realised that although it's only early Spring, the day was Summer hot. So I opened the huge sliding window (leaving the screen half opened so Pixel can come and go as she pleases), grabbed my laptop and sat on the sofa to read a fic and enjoy my morning coffee. I'd settled in and was feeling relaxed (and maybe just a little high from the pain meds) when the maintenance guy for my building decided to clean up the garden, and that he would start right outside my front window. I didn't notice him, or the big leaf blower he was carrying, because I was reading. The next minute the blower roared to life and pretty much every leaf from outside came flying through my window in a big cloud of dirt, dust, and pollen. So now I have the worst hayfever attack you can imagine and a living room full of garden detritus and sneezing so much I felt my head may literally explode from the force.
I gave up on my nice relaxing coffee, popped some antihistamines, and jumped into a hot steamy shower. It helped somewhat. I combed my hair and brushed my teeth and reached over to grab my deodorant from the cabinet in my tiny, tiny bathroom and knocked the (open) jar of my favourite face cream into the toilet because I'd forgotten to put the lid down. FML.
This afternoon I was kind of half napping - yep, still a little high from the tablets - and was brought to full wakefulness to pitiful distressed cat sounds. I raced into the living room to see Pixel lying in a very contorted position under the coffee table and my heart was in my throat. Visions of broken bones in my head, I pushed the table out of the way and discovered what the real problem was. I have absolutely no idea how she managed it, but her right leg was completely through her collar, which was pretty much almost choking her, and the buckle was lodged firmly under her armpit (pawpit?) and the wing of her shoulderblade was being pushed to what looked like an extremely painful angle. I'm very, very lucky that she's a gentle cat, because except for a tiny struggle when I first lifted her, she sat still on my lap while I fumbled and cursed and accidentally pulled out chunks of fur, trying to get the buckle undone, and again when I massaged feeling back into her shoulder. Actually I think she loved that part given the loud purring. I would have cut the damn thing off but I didn't see how I could get the blade of the scissors under the collar without hurting her even more. How she'd jumped back in through the window is a mystery.
The day didn't really improve much after that. I felt a little nauseous from the opiates, my head has been aching from the hayfever, I have a bruised behind, and my (normally very good around food) cat decided that my dinner looked a little too tempting while I was up getting something to drink and I came back in the room just in time to see her licking happily at my thai pork dumplings, which then had to be binned.
I give up. Can it be tomorrow already?
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Date: 2014-09-29 02:33 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-09-29 03:21 pm (UTC)He then went on to talk about how we have the very dangerous box jellyfish, saying that only in Australia would they giftwrap something deadly. I love that man. But yeah, it's all cute koalas and cuddly wombats ;)
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Date: 2014-09-29 03:26 pm (UTC)I remember visiting London, England and there were signs everywhere saying "BOLLARDS CAN KILL"
And we were like, 'what the heck is a bollard?" I don't know what we thought but we were side eyeing everything, waiting for something to come screaming at us.
We finally cornered a Bobby and asked him. Turns out a Bollard is one of those big cement pillars that keeps traffic away from sidewalks. Not sure how they kill, but they're deadly there it seems.
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Date: 2014-09-29 03:53 pm (UTC)I keep forgetting that even though so many countries' language is English, there are words that don't exist, or mean something completely different, from one country to another. You guys don't have bollards? We have them everywhere.
It's like speaking about cars with a Brit or Australian compared to an American or Canadian. If I said my car won't start so I need to look under the bonnet - get me some tools out of the boot, you guys would be shaking your heads wondering what the hell we're saying. It's the hood and trunk.
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Date: 2014-09-29 06:15 pm (UTC)I really notice it more when a British person writes SPN, Aussi's seem to have US lingo down a bit more, but the flappers and the shalt's and the queues make me chuckle.
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Date: 2014-09-30 03:55 am (UTC)I've just written a little weechester fic that I'm going to post today or tomorrow and it's the first time I've used a beta. She picked up on a phrase I'd used that I had no idea wasn't used over there so I'll definitely be looking for someone to beta all my writing from now on. It makes such a huge difference.
Even making my banner was weird because we spell counselor with two Ls so every time I look at it, I want to correct it, lol. But spelling here seems to be incorporating American spelling more. When I was at school we always used the spelling gaol for prison, now even most newspapers use jail and I've been using that spelling for more than twenty years. Language is strange.
How do Americans spell queue??? I honestly had no idea it wasn't the same.
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Date: 2014-09-30 04:01 am (UTC)I have the same problem with Canadian spelling. It tries to incorporate a lot of french spelling so that words can be bilingual, so center is centre here. It's doubly confusing because these are all recent changes, so not what I went to school with. Then I try and write with more Americanism and I get mixed up. Our defence uses a c not an s. defence. Also I get this mixed up. In Canada we use bathroom, but in the states they use washroom. Or I've got it mixed up and it's vica versa. So lots of smaller, more subtle differences. Also our slang is a bit more British than the American's and of course we say eh? LOL
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Date: 2014-09-30 05:11 am (UTC)What I hate is when (some) Americans don't even seem to realise that there are numerous ways of spelling different things depending on your country of origin and they get all self-righteous about theirs being the correct spelling. Well, sorry, but fuck you, British English was around first! I saw the most hideously rude comment on one of
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Date: 2014-09-30 05:21 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-09-30 11:46 am (UTC)Have to keep mommy on her toes!
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Date: 2014-09-30 12:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-09-29 08:06 pm (UTC)Language is so mutable, place to place. It's a wonder we ever communicate at all!
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Date: 2014-09-30 04:07 am (UTC)I didn't realize they could also be used for the posts ships are tied to. Not sure what I thought those were called LOL!
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Date: 2014-09-30 04:17 am (UTC)