Prick Parade

I'm getting really sick of seeing idiots in the men's room simply running a little water on their hands and then drying them. SOAP IS NOT OPTIONAL, MORONS!

These idiots step up to the urinal (which, please note, means that most of them are handling their equipment), piss, and then do a quick rinse-and-dry before walking out. To shake hands, touch doorknobs, eat food, whatever.

I think I'm going to stop shaking hands with people. I don't know where those hands have been...but in a lot of cases, they probably HAVEN'T been under a soap dispenser.

Later: I'm two-for-two. I wrote this originally because I was in the bathroom and a guy stood at the urinal and did what I wrote about. I was just in the bathroom again, and another guy used the urinal and then went to rinse his hands. But in his case, the auto-on feature of the faucet (our faucets have electic eyes that turn them on and off) didn't work instantly, so in irritation he smacked it - with his unwashed hand.

It went on, he waved his hand under the water for a microsecond, and left without even bothering to dry.

Yuck.

Prick Parade

I'm getting really sick of seeing idiots in the men's room simply running a little water on their hands and then drying them. SOAP IS NOT OPTIONAL, MORONS!

These idiots step up to the urinal (which, please note, means that most of them are handling their equipment), piss, and then do a quick rinse-and-dry before walking out. To shake hands, touch doorknobs, eat food, whatever.

I think I'm going to stop shaking hands with people. I don't know where those hands have been...but in a lot of cases, they probably HAVEN'T been under a soap dispenser.

Later: I'm two-for-two. I wrote this originally because I was in the bathroom and a guy stood at the urinal and did what I wrote about. I was just in the bathroom again, and another guy used the urinal and then went to rinse his hands. But in his case, the auto-on feature of the faucet (our faucets have electic eyes that turn them on and off) didn't work instantly, so in irritation he smacked it - with his unwashed hand.

It went on, he waved his hand under the water for a microsecond, and left without even bothering to dry.

Yuck.

Falling Down

I'm momentarily tempted to make up a story about a "Falling Down" kind of day - which is, incidentally, the only Michael Douglas movie that I really like - but it's not worth it.

Actually, I fell down at physical therapy today. Tried a new exercise which involved bending way forward while leaning forward with my legs in a support and my arms folded; I think it's called back extensions. After four or five reps I got really dizzy and fell over backwards. Wasn't hurt, but it was a little embarrassing.

My sinuses are getting really bad - they're all blocked up. I have a dental appointment tomorrow. I wonder if I should cancel?

Falling Down

I'm momentarily tempted to make up a story about a "Falling Down" kind of day - which is, incidentally, the only Michael Douglas movie that I really like - but it's not worth it.

Actually, I fell down at physical therapy today. Tried a new exercise which involved bending way forward while leaning forward with my legs in a support and my arms folded; I think it's called back extensions. After four or five reps I got really dizzy and fell over backwards. Wasn't hurt, but it was a little embarrassing.

My sinuses are getting really bad - they're all blocked up. I have a dental appointment tomorrow. I wonder if I should cancel?

Nervous

I'm nervous.

Not very nervous. Really not very nervous at all. It's just that I have an appointment for my regular six-month dental cleaning tomorrow at 5, and I'm a little bit on edge.

It's much better than it used to be, of course. In the old days I'd have been staying up all night, for weeks in advance, shivering in terror (and that's not an exaggeration). Now...well, between nitrous oxide, and my experience of many cleanings and a few fillings without trouble, I'm only very slightly nervous. My forehead is slightly beaded with sweat, but that may partly be because I'm sick.

I haven't had any more pain than before; my teeth twinge now and again, but they've been doing that for twenty years. And I know that I'm hypersensitive to tooth pain, and all too ready to panic. But I also know that I have a nasty sinus infection right now, and every pain I have is the same old pain I always have when I have a sinus infection. Logic tells me that there's every reason to expect that things will be fine tomorrow, just as they've always been.

But I'm still a little nervous.

If worse comes to worst, I suppose, I might need a root canal. There's a part of me that would almost welcome that - almost. I've been dreading that for years, and it would be good to be able to finally put that fear behind me forever. And at the moment, I'm less afraid of the prospect of a root canal than I've ever been. Partly because I know so many people who've had one and been okay. Partly because my dentist told me that from my perspective it wouldn't be any different than having a cavity filled (and I believe him). But even more because last year I saw a guy who'd just had two root canals - he'd literally just left the dentist's office - and he was okay. He looked and seemed to feel the same way that I look and feel after a filling.

It's a comfort to know that nitrous oxide will be available to me - I wouldn't have to feel much fear during the procedure, if any. And afterwards, it would be over, so there'd be nothing to fear. It's just before that would be scary. That wouldn't be pleasant, but I'm sure I could handle it.

I'll turn 43 next week. I'm too old to let my life be ruled by fear. This has to stop.

And anyway, if I needed a root canal, wouldn't I feel some pain pretty often?

Sigh. My mother used to tell me horror stories when I was younger about her dental procedures. I wonder if that's part of the reason I still get nervous? Sebastian's as brave as can be at the dentist, although of course he hasn't had a painful experience there yet.

Time for me to sleep.

Nervous

I'm nervous.

Not very nervous. Really not very nervous at all. It's just that I have an appointment for my regular six-month dental cleaning tomorrow at 5, and I'm a little bit on edge.

It's much better than it used to be, of course. In the old days I'd have been staying up all night, for weeks in advance, shivering in terror (and that's not an exaggeration). Now...well, between nitrous oxide, and my experience of many cleanings and a few fillings without trouble, I'm only very slightly nervous. My forehead is slightly beaded with sweat, but that may partly be because I'm sick.

I haven't had any more pain than before; my teeth twinge now and again, but they've been doing that for twenty years. And I know that I'm hypersensitive to tooth pain, and all too ready to panic. But I also know that I have a nasty sinus infection right now, and every pain I have is the same old pain I always have when I have a sinus infection. Logic tells me that there's every reason to expect that things will be fine tomorrow, just as they've always been.

But I'm still a little nervous.

If worse comes to worst, I suppose, I might need a root canal. There's a part of me that would almost welcome that - almost. I've been dreading that for years, and it would be good to be able to finally put that fear behind me forever. And at the moment, I'm less afraid of the prospect of a root canal than I've ever been. Partly because I know so many people who've had one and been okay. Partly because my dentist told me that from my perspective it wouldn't be any different than having a cavity filled (and I believe him). But even more because last year I saw a guy who'd just had two root canals - he'd literally just left the dentist's office - and he was okay. He looked and seemed to feel the same way that I look and feel after a filling.

It's a comfort to know that nitrous oxide will be available to me - I wouldn't have to feel much fear during the procedure, if any. And afterwards, it would be over, so there'd be nothing to fear. It's just before that would be scary. That wouldn't be pleasant, but I'm sure I could handle it.

I'll turn 43 next week. I'm too old to let my life be ruled by fear. This has to stop.

And anyway, if I needed a root canal, wouldn't I feel some pain pretty often?

Sigh. My mother used to tell me horror stories when I was younger about her dental procedures. I wonder if that's part of the reason I still get nervous? Sebastian's as brave as can be at the dentist, although of course he hasn't had a painful experience there yet.

Time for me to sleep.