Thursday 23 August 2001

Pic of the day: Watch those legs, bub. No, not on TV. There are no legs on the TV. (Oh, and this picture is arranged. This picture is from The Sims, and even then it's arranged.)

Thigh loves thigh

One of those days. I should have stayed in bed. Blah. Whine.

This is not about work. It just happened to happen there. I was just doing my work when this pertussis patient came and coughed. Whooping cough. I wish I had started my vacation already. Whooping cough is highly infectuous and she certainly did not sound like she was over it, even though she said she had had it since June. Anyway, it easily lasts 6 weaks, and treatment is limited. Ack. I really don't need to catch that. I still have 5 weeks of vacation to take, and I don't want to spend that in cough purgatory.

I had asthma as a small boy, and not being able to breathe is one of the few things that truly scares me. (Perhaps, now that I think of it, too few things have scared me.)

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In contrast, today I am only uncomfortable. I have a headache, but still tolerable. It started at the end of the bus ride home from work, which I incidentally spent almost in its entirety with a cute young woman sitting beside me. I was half asleep, but still enjoyed the feeling of a soft warm thigh against mine. Bad pun of the day: "Thigh loves thigh" - a pun on the populist political party in Thailand named Thai rak Thai - "Thai loves Thai". That's pretty chauvinist, you wouldn't get away with that kind of slogans here in Norway. They'd call you nazist, racist etc.

Well, my thigh definitely loved a warm thigh. You know, in a way that could have been encouraging: A sign that my human side started to dominate over the porcupine. Humans love the human touch. Of course, "touch" may be a too strong word, but at least I wasn't scared. Until near the end of the trip, when I started to feel unwell. And it's increased. Headache, sore throat, grumbling digestion. I can't even write fiction because the characters do indecent cuddling in my head. I know I wrote this in my LiveJournal too, but there isn't much more to say about my day. May as well just confess and be done with it.