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Monday, July 8, 2013 8:43:43 AM
It has been nearly a year since I last posted, and the sensible thing to do would be to let that period stretch on for another year, and then another year and then people would get the idea that this blog is akin to the proverbial Norwegian blue parrot.
On the other hand, once in a while I get the urge to write about something non-work related, if only to remind myself, when the first stages of Alzheimers kick in, what I was up to in the second decade of the 21st century.
So, I will make an effort over the next few weeks to post an item or two.
In the meantime, here is a quick summary of what’s been happening in the Fiendish world.
I changed jobs last year.
The old job was getting me down. There was a change of ownership and I was becoming that twat who resented all the new changes.
I found myself spending a lot of time correcting things on the web site (I write for a financial news web site) that only I really cared about.
The new job is just as much hard work, but the pay is better (though I have to get up at 5.00am most days now) and we have more of a laugh.
I have a frozen shoulder.
This crept up on me, as these things do. I think it came about through bad posture while typing. I bash out between 5,000 and 10,000 words a day, with barely a break.
I developed back and shoulder pains in November, which I put down to stress from the job.
I handed in my resignation – first job I have ever quit – and the back pain disappeared within the hour, but the shoulder pain lingered on.
Being a man, I did nothing about it until about February, when it dawned on me that this was a pain that was not going to go away. So, I went to the doctor.
He prescribed physiotherapy, and, if that does not work, “we’ll stab it” (with a syringe).
Being a man, I did nothing about that until about May.
The physio said that, had I reported to her in February, “We could have solved this easily.”
But, being a man, I now face a lot of hard work exercising, and a lot of pain having my arm bent and twisted by an admittedly very pleasant physio.
If childbirth is even more painful than what I am going through in the physio sessions – and I reckon it is about ten times as painful – then I am glad I was born a man even though, as indicated in the preceding paragraphs, being a man means being a twat and ignoring developing medical conditions.
Other than that, things are much as they were. Mrs Fiendish is still putting up with me and still trying to direct the lives of our three sons, all of whom are now at Uni, demonstrating the same ability to bumble through in half-arsed fashion that was a characteristic of their school careers.
Yes, Geoff (Brown), I did say Uni. Tempus fugit, and all that.
Yesterday Mrs Fiendish and I were talking about where we are going to retire to. Frighteningly, that’s not so far away for me. Assuming I live that long. I’ve got this massive growth on my forehead*, but I reckon I can leave it another five months before I see the doctor about it.
* not really. This reference inserted purely for comedic purposes. Jokes about Alzheimers and cancer; what a laugh, eh?