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Mon, Jul. 4th, 2005, 11:29 am

A productive, if not terribly exciting weekend. For starters I did my fitness assessment thing with the minimum of fuss. The biggest surprise to me was that my blood pressure was entirely normal, this doesn't seem quite right when you consider that I spent about eight hours a day, five days a week being angry for the five years I was in my last job, not to mention the extra cirrucular anger I managed to get through in the evening and the stress of the past couple of months. After a couple of tests and stretching exercises and whatnot we decided on a course of exercise that would deal with my gimpy girlish back muscles and get me back in shape in fairly short order, OR kill me, given that the regime involves 45 minutes of cycling.

Saturday was a pretty major shock to my wallet. I hit specsavers to see about getting some new glasses only to discover that my eyesight has deteriorated *again* and I'm at something like -8.5/-9.5 (down from -7.5/-8) which introduces some problems when putting together my new glasses, namely that the lenses are destined to be of epic thickness and have to be ordered in special and made from a special polycarbonate. The upshot is that vanity wouldn't let me cart around a set of centimeter thick lenses on my face so I wound up paying a fortune for the thinnest lenses I could get. Then I find out that I stand a significant risk of going blind, that my retinas would like nothing more than to detatch and move to a nicer spot elsewhere on my head and that instead of going to a doctor about this goddamned eye infection that four appointments and hundreds of euro have failed to deal with I could have just used a seven quid over the counter antibiotic to deal with it in a day or two. Fan-frigging-tastic. If it all clears up by next weekend I'll be getting some disposable contact lenses, just to see how they feel and look.
After a kick in the wallet like that I decided I needed a drink so that evening I headed out to fibbers and proceeded to get fairly decisively drunk. I met a few people I'd not seen in a while and wound up talking to the irish ultimate fighting champion for a little while and made every effort to avoid any sudden movements. Later, as I stood outside fibbers waiting for realta to emerge and looking surly and filled with attitude someone came up to me and asked if I was okay because I looked a little bit "sad". Admittedly, by that point I had about ten shots inside me so I only had limited ability to judge what the hell my face was doing but I could have sworn I was at least scowling. Perhaps some of the realisation that I couldn't safely move from the busstop I was leaning against softened that expression somewhat, I just don't know.

My discovery for sunday was that a junkfood and whiskey bender hits you twice as hard as normal when you've been living healthily for a couple of months. The upshot was that leaving the house was not really on the cards so I watched about twenty episodes of scrubs and occasionally complained to thin air about how bad I felt. This led to boredom, which in turn led to me standing in the bathroom wondering whether or not I really needed my facial hair. In the end I decided to give it a stay of execution but I think its only a matter of time before whatever it is thats driving the urge to shave finally wins out. There's a reason I've kept it for as long as I have but I'll be damned if I remember what it was - I suspect there's something wrong with my chin.

Mon, Jul. 4th, 2005 10:53 am (UTC)

On the eye thing... I had a detached retina a few years ago. No accident or blows to the head involved, but the specialist said it sometimes just happens. However, he thought mine could *possibly* have been helped along due to an eye infection... which I'd probably got from contact lenses. That said, this was in the days before disposables, which are much more hygenic. Personally, I'll stick to glasses in the future, despite the cost (and I have to go for the uber-thin ones too, else they'd be inch-thick).

Mon, Jul. 4th, 2005 11:06 am (UTC)

Yeah, I got the same info - avoid activities that involve being punched in the head and if I see loads of little floaters in my field of vision I have to get my ass to casualty post haste.
I'm going to get some of the one day disposable lenses just for certain activities like the gym or jogging or anything that has a tendency to involve sweat and glasses slipping down off my face. There's also the curiosity factor involved since I've not actually seen my own face without glasses for the best part of eighteen years.
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Mon, Jul. 4th, 2005 11:24 am (UTC)

I don't think it runs in our family (until now I guess) we're not a great set of genes in terms of eyesight but this is the first time anyone has had anything this bad. Comforting as all hell I can tell you.
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Mon, Jul. 4th, 2005 11:33 am (UTC)

If I go blind, scars shouldn't be a problem to aquire either. I understand chicks dig them also.
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Tue, Jul. 5th, 2005 02:28 pm (UTC)

and any martial arts I'd considered taking up. Its a bit of a pain in the arse to be honest but she was pretty clear about the risks.

Mon, Jul. 4th, 2005 02:52 pm (UTC)

I got rid of my beard this weekend. I have no idea why. It does make me look about 10 years younger though.

Mon, Jul. 4th, 2005 03:01 pm (UTC)

Thats what I'm thinking too, far too many people are guessing my age a good five or six years too high so I reckon its time to bite the bullet, shave the fuzz and (possibly) consider something to mask the mass of premature grey hairs.