Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Unpleasant
I don't think that I would be pleasant company for anyone at the moment. I am in an internet cafe escaping the deluge of rain that has been falling all day. I guess I deserve at least one day of rain on my holidays. The dismal weather has reinforced my hatred of umbrellas and walking in the rain in flip-flops.
I have been on a bus for 14 of the past 24 hours. The overnight bus was horrible. I was stuck beside some fat, smelly guy who had NO bus etiquette whatsoever.
Inner monologue: "hey buddy, it's not a lazy-z-boy recliner. It's an uncomfortable bus seat so stick to your side and give me some space. Your leg is clearly under the seat in front of me. Who the hell do you think you are? And by the way, your elbow is not digging into an armrest. Yes, that's right, it's my ribs."
He had the window seat, too! Bastard.
As a consequence of the prolonged bus riding (and the smelly bastard not giving me enough space), my ankles are swollen. I have what doctors and other medical practioners call "CANKLES". It's a fairly common afflication when your ankles are so swollen or fat that it is impossible to tell where your ankles end and your calves start. I hope that I don't have "Deep Vein Thrombosis". It happens when you sit down for a long period of time. I think it only happens in planes though, so chances are probably good that I'm not gonna die from a massive stroke. My dad keeps telling me about this DVT crap so now I'm paranoid.
I have been on a bus for 14 of the past 24 hours. The overnight bus was horrible. I was stuck beside some fat, smelly guy who had NO bus etiquette whatsoever.
Inner monologue: "hey buddy, it's not a lazy-z-boy recliner. It's an uncomfortable bus seat so stick to your side and give me some space. Your leg is clearly under the seat in front of me. Who the hell do you think you are? And by the way, your elbow is not digging into an armrest. Yes, that's right, it's my ribs."
He had the window seat, too! Bastard.
As a consequence of the prolonged bus riding (and the smelly bastard not giving me enough space), my ankles are swollen. I have what doctors and other medical practioners call "CANKLES". It's a fairly common afflication when your ankles are so swollen or fat that it is impossible to tell where your ankles end and your calves start. I hope that I don't have "Deep Vein Thrombosis". It happens when you sit down for a long period of time. I think it only happens in planes though, so chances are probably good that I'm not gonna die from a massive stroke. My dad keeps telling me about this DVT crap so now I'm paranoid.
// posted by Mr. Muir @ 12:01 p.m. 
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