This is the mangled translation of today’s cafeteria menu item, at work. Hmmmm, grilled vegetarians!
Tag: random shit
So a funny thing happened to my after breakfast yesterday…
It didn’t agree with me and a bad allergic reaction sent me to the ER. First time since 2019, but still not long enough for my peace of mind… It can be one of two things: sunflower seed butter (a peanut butter alternative I wanted to try) or French vanilla Nescafe instant coffee (which apparently now contains Chicory, which it didn’t used to before and can cause reactions to people allergic to ragweed, like myself).
So yeah. I was on my way to see my therapist. I felt fine enough, but then things went south rather quickly and happily a friend who lived nearby to the doctor’s office could drive me up to the ER. There, it was the usual rigmarole but things settled down quickly enough – I just had to spend 6h under observation to make sure there wasn’t a rebound flare-up again, even with the drugs.
While I was there, some time in the afternoon, something happened to break up the boredom. Here’s a chat extract between myself, Katy, and the guys at work:
Nurses in a bit of a tizzy, apparently someone did a runner and “escaped” through a window
And now there’s mention of calling the cops
It gets better!
It’s a lady
Who is tearing into cars and pedestrians with her cane
She’s just wearing a hospital gown
While on her rampage
Hospital staff are tailing her but won’t get too close
Doctors are scrounging for fast acting good drugs
Cops are in sight as well but no one wants to get near
There is lots of discussion on best to grab, sedate, restrain and get her back here
She has a weapon. Maybe a tazer or a trank gun.
Drama! They caught her.
They brought her back to the ER. I can hear her yell that she’s a terrorist… Except she sounds like a disturbed older white lady.
Who is now yelling that she is Satan the devil’s son, she needs her drugs and wants to go to jail
And you thought the afternoon would be dull.
She’s right outside my cubicle.
They have her in restraints I’m assuming?
I can hear handcuffs rattling.
Next hour is going to be different…
She says she’s a junkie and wants more drugs. That’s where she was going – to buy some.
Sounds like she was on a hell of a combo.
Whatever she’s on, it’s not the good shit.
She’s in a different ward and I can still hear her yell her head off
They need to give her something ending in -pam
Maybe she just needs a nice hot cup of tea?
She’s not in her happy place
Just yelling herself hoarse screaming I WANT MY DRUGS
I hope the restraints on her bed are solid. That kind of crazy can be dangerous…
I guess she just need someone to talk with
you should go and talk to her
I’m still plugged into the matrix
And besides, something tells me she’s not in the mood got chit chat.
I’ll go talk to her if she’ll share her drugs.
I don’t think you want what she had
These don’t seem the I love you man everything is beautiful sort of drugs
More like the THERE ARE SPIDERS ALL OVER MY BRAIN sort
I’d avoid those.
They don’t taste nice.
Butt-dialing
It happens more frequently than I’d like it to. I felt my phone being unusually warm in my back pocket on the walk home. I had my hands full of shopping bags, so I didn’t really want to stop and check. I probably should have.
When I finally had a chance to properly look, even though I would have sworn my phone was locked when I put it away when getting off the train, my ass had managed to navigate deep into my SIM network settings, open two YouTube videos, seven help/info tabs from my password manager app, turned on my WiFi and turned my location settings off, and had a Guardian story on voice-read. I’m kinda impressed and scared, at the same time.
Life Haiku
What I must’ve looked like
So, fact about me: some (many!) songs will make me cry at the drop of a hat. Les Miserables? Waterworks. All of you by John Legend? Floodgates. Love of my life by Queen…. you get the picture, but I digress.
It’s too hot to run right now so I went for a power walk to get some air and VitD. Beautiful sunshine along the lakefront. I’m bopping along to ZZ Top and Van Halen, when boom! Tear song!! Still power walking, still lip singing, bawling my eyes out. Didn’t give two shits. Then Grandmaster Flash and the Wheels of Steel came on, and everything was OK.
The nice weather is attracting the nutters at beer beach
Colin and I met up for beach beers last night. First thing we noticed, the commune recently installed a handrail to get into the lake. WTF??? Anyway. Back to the beach.
It was crowded with… interesting people. There was a group of people practicing scarf juggling, fire juggling, led light juggling, etc. We had our own light show until well into the night.
Before the sun went down, we had an altogether different sort of show as someone (*) decided to go for a topless swim, as you do (and no, no pictures, that would be bad form). Walk up, whip off clothes, go for a frolic, walk out, go away. Truly random.
Was one of our better evenings…
(*) early twenties, buxom, cute, confident as hell.
When your nurse has a sense of humour
Got my 1st dose of covid vaccine (Pfizer) and I just noticed that the nurse jabbed me on the arm of my tattoo, on my arm.
A glitch in the matrix
I went to have beach beers with Colin on Wednesday night. Walking home, well past sunset, we saw this. Pitch-black sky, lights on, and one patch of clear blue sky cleanly divided from the rest of the skyline. No clue what could have caused this.
Proof there’s a glitch in the matrix
This cup of coffee shouldn’t be there. I have no recollection of putting it there. I must’ve done. But I will swear I don’t remember doing so.
This morning, I made myself a cup of coffee. I went to the bathroom. I came out of the bathroom and went back to the kitchen, but my cup wasn’t there where I left it. I looked around. Nothing. Go to the office/guest bedroom. It was on my desk.
So, for this to have happened, I had to have walked across the flat, gone in the office, put it on my desk, left my office and gone to the bathroom. Except I *do not* remember that sequence of event.
I know that walking through a doorway makes you forget things. That’s a documented, scientifically proven and studied phenomenon. Somehow I managed to do it twice in one go and erase the fact I went into a room, did something, and left.
Either that or the flat is haunted by a coffee-maid. Or the matrix glitch. Or I’m nuts.
Sahara sand
According to SRF Meteo, weather and wind conditions in regions of northwest Africa, including Mauritania, Mali, and Algeria forced desert sand two to five kilometres up into the sky before it was blown towards Europe via southerly winds, the national weather service said.
The result in various parts of Switzerland on Saturday were misty yellow-orange skies, also seen across much of southern and eastern France.