That moment when it's 10 PM and you needed to be in bed three hours ago. Note: I work afternoons and evenings and was still at work three hours ago.
That moment when a friend you haven't seen in over a decade texts you to say that he's in town ... but he won't have time to meet up because he didn't even think about it until his last day here. Honestly, I'm more amused than annoyed.
That comes under the same category as, "I almost bought you something really nice for Christmas but ended up not doing it after all."
You would really have liked the present I almost brought you when I almost stopped over into Wyoming to meet you for lunch.
TMW you are hosting a Marvel Comic Day on Saturday, and order your Marvel t-shirt to wear.... and, when Amazon suggested sending it on Saturday, your pea-brain approved.... so now, the t-shirt i bought to wear on Saturday, wont arrive until Saturday when I'll already be at work
That moment when the physio books a follow-up appointment for you without bothering to check if you're actually free that day. Followed by that moment when you need to do some entirely avoidable faffing around to find out if you can make yourself free that day.
TMW when you're giving your sister sighted guide across the street... Me: walking slowish but reasonably fast My sister: SPEEDUPSPEEDUPSPEEDUP
TMW you begin your new workout regimen on the Y's "E-Gym" and after testing it sets your exercise age as 69 years old, and you are shocked at being that "decrepit" and then you realize you are in fact 73 years old so you are in pretty good shape for your age. Which is good because yoj just signed up for a 5-day trek through the canyons of Utah, albeit with a llama to do the heavy carrying.
That moment when two of your three main characters have fallen out with each other and you really REALLY want the third one to grab them and bang their heads together to knock some sense into them, but neither of them will get the character development they need if she does.
TMW you lost feeling in your thumb over a month ago and today the whole pad of skin came off. It was really weird... it felt like i had like glue or wax or SOMETHING over my thumb that i couldnt see. I thought maybe i'd burned my thumb somehow (i poked it with a needle to see if there was fluid in it.... nope!) I thought maybe i'd gotten superglue on it and soaked my thumb in acetone to try to scrape it off. nothing still a weird sensation. Spoiler: Nastiness This morning, i wake up to a small white circle on my thumb. I washed my hands and the circle grew and i realized it was dead skin. so i picked it, expecting that small spot to come off. nope! the WHOLE THUMB INCLUDING UP UNDER MY FINGERNAILS sluffed off. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?!? either im turning into a lizard or i really did get burned.... on the plus side, i now have feeling in my thumb
You want to get that checked out if you haven't already. That could be a viral symptom... my wife the nurse deals with things like that all the time.
Sounds like those chemical foot peels, which I love, but pretty scary on a random basis. I'm with Homer, get thee to a physician.
I'd planned to go to urgent care today on my lunch break, but woke up this morning and it looks like its healing over. I was expecting it to be a different color (like a burn), or feel a certain way (tender/burning). Neither. Its blended in and i've regained sensation in it.... im probably just going to leave it. (stay tuned for a post about my thumb having fallen off due to necrosis )
Or you have an early stage virus that is treatable today but might not be tomorrow. As my wife says, it's not what you see on the outside but what's happening inside. Just saying....
got it checked out after work. they said they dont know how or what i did (i dont either).... but i killed a layer of my skin (hence the pale color and losing sensation in it). Underlayer healed enough to shed the dead skin. maybe i touched something hot just enough so as not to feel it but enough to kill my skin. "or you dropped a book on it," he said when he asked what my profession was and i told him Told me to come back if it keeps happening, and go to the ER if the dying skin continues down my hand.
I read a short SF story ages ago where a guy developed an injection that caused him to shed his skin whole, like a lizard or a tarantula. Just sayin'... something?
That moment in church, when you go up for communion, in front of the whole congregation. You kneel down in front of the altar, to receive communion and (in the process) split a big hole in the back of your pants, right down the middle. (Been there; done that)
Split my pants in class one time (elementary school kids, had to run around and such) but I've never taken communion nor been inside a church voluntarily for anything other than sightseeing or a friend's wedding.
The moment you're doing yet another first day back at work, after being out sick with (drum roll please....) Shingles, and you ask yourself what the hell was I thinking. I woke up one morning with half my face on fire, and a line of huge zits from my temple down my cheek all the way to my chin. They were in my hair line, into whiskers on my chin and my mustache, and hurt like hell. When they started popping on their own, I knew it was either Shingles or Bubonic Plague. I was rooting for Shingles. So far the medicine they gave me has done a wonderful job of making me light headed and nauseous. When you hear people talk about how painful Shingles can be.... they are not kidding. We're talking some serious pray-for-death kinda shit. The blemishes are past the point of contagion, not that you can get Shingles from Shingles anyway, but if you hadn't had already had it I could have given Chicken pox. the pain is still there. Deep rooted wrenching nerve pain that runs in electric pulses from the temple, through the ear, and down my neck. I was joking with my wife this morning that I could be miserable at home watching television, or I could be miserable at work getting paid for it. It was just a matter of geography. I may have to rethink that stance.
Aw, damn, I am so sorry to hear this and hope matters improve PDQ. I had a very mild case once upon a time, but realized I hadn't taken it seriously enough until I spoke to an elderly friend whose experience was similar to yours. I took myself down to Walmart the next day and got the first of two shots my doctor had been recommending for a year. Got the second shot exactly on time, too. Expensive, but worth it if I can avoid what you so eloquently described.
TMW an anthology you are published in is being used to teach Speculative Fiction (someone in a writing group i'm in posted the link to the course and I recognized the anthology!)
