My Shower Is Trying to Kill Me
May. 6th, 2011 06:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
redfiona99And other tales from real life.
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I'm not exaggerating about the shower. It's stupidly slippy. So I got a bath mat with suckers on the bottom. Guess what, the damn bath is so slippy, the suckers won't stick, which I'm reasonably sure breaks the laws of nature or something. I'm giving it another go, later, but at this point, I've nearly fallen over in the bath twice and actually fallen once. I got a tap right on a rib. Not fun times, although it's a serious advert for having a little padding about your person.
Other than that, I've also found a fencing club. It seems nice, even if the training session (as opposed to the free fencing session) is forever away, so I see myself spending money I don't want to spend on taxis. Taxis aren't a luxury if you have fencing kit and have to walk x > 30 minutes. Yes, I know I used to walk that far with it, but I had less then (this was pre-having my own mask) and I had people to walk with which makes the distance seem better.
You can tell I've been fencing, I've got a bruise on the crook of my elbow and one about a fist-span from the top of my thigh. These are the signs of a pointy weapon fencer, because you all end up with them, no matter how good you, or your opponent are.
I also have a blister. That one really is my own fault, but in my moving pack, I failed to include any plasters. So I go to work assuming that I'll be able to filch one from the First Aid kit. Of course, there is no first aid kit because, and this is some special logic, if we had one we would use it instead of going to the registered first aider for assistance, thus putting ourselves in danger of harm. Now of course, I am not going to grab the registered first aider just to slance a plaster. Therefore, when I go shopping tonight, I will buy two packets of plasters, one for me at home and one for the writing up room.
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I'm not exaggerating about the shower. It's stupidly slippy. So I got a bath mat with suckers on the bottom. Guess what, the damn bath is so slippy, the suckers won't stick, which I'm reasonably sure breaks the laws of nature or something. I'm giving it another go, later, but at this point, I've nearly fallen over in the bath twice and actually fallen once. I got a tap right on a rib. Not fun times, although it's a serious advert for having a little padding about your person.
Other than that, I've also found a fencing club. It seems nice, even if the training session (as opposed to the free fencing session) is forever away, so I see myself spending money I don't want to spend on taxis. Taxis aren't a luxury if you have fencing kit and have to walk x > 30 minutes. Yes, I know I used to walk that far with it, but I had less then (this was pre-having my own mask) and I had people to walk with which makes the distance seem better.
You can tell I've been fencing, I've got a bruise on the crook of my elbow and one about a fist-span from the top of my thigh. These are the signs of a pointy weapon fencer, because you all end up with them, no matter how good you, or your opponent are.
I also have a blister. That one really is my own fault, but in my moving pack, I failed to include any plasters. So I go to work assuming that I'll be able to filch one from the First Aid kit. Of course, there is no first aid kit because, and this is some special logic, if we had one we would use it instead of going to the registered first aider for assistance, thus putting ourselves in danger of harm. Now of course, I am not going to grab the registered first aider just to slance a plaster. Therefore, when I go shopping tonight, I will buy two packets of plasters, one for me at home and one for the writing up room.
