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Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Finally, after two hellish days of limping and awkwardly avoiding putting pressure on my big right toe, I'm free! I just, and I mean just removed the splinter that's been stuck in it for the past two days.

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This post has nothing to do with Splinter Cell. But this guy sure is in for a world of hurt...

A couple of days ago I was walking barefoot on the carpet when I felt a really sharp pain in my toe. Close inspection showed it to be some sort of sharp debris; it looked like a piece of metal shaving. I pulled on it using some tweezers, and it came out. Imagine my surprise when later, I felt another sharp pain. I looked again but couldn't see anything. However, upon closer inspection, I saw that a small piece remained, and it had gone deeper.

So I started to slowly pick away at the skin, going progressively deeper. It got to the point where it was painful just to touch it, let alone probe it with a needle. Anyway, I continued this over the course of two days (because on my first try, I was spending WAY too much time on it), and finally, it came out.

It's still a little painful to walk on, but hopefully in a couple of days it'll be ready to go.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Roadspill

This afternoon I was on my way home. On the right lane, I noticed that, about 50 metres away, a van was stopped with its hazard lights on. After merging into the next lane over, I looked over. What was wrong? Flat tire? Woman in labour? Then I saw the answer.

The van had pulled right beside a light post, to which a child was standing uncomfortably close to. As the kid pulled up his pants and turned around, a big wet mark was visible.

Really, sir/madam - could you not find some place a little more discrete than a major road? I understand kids don't have as much control with their bladders, but c'mon. There's some secluded bushes and a donut shop nearby. The following sentence is going to age me, but who cares; when I was a kid, and I was on road trips, my dad wouldn't let me go over the side of the road. Instead he'd make me find an empty can/bottle and go in there while the van was moving.

Maybe that's why I have such exceptional balance these days...

 

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