I had abraided layers of skin across the middle of my sole with exposed new or gouged inner layers left open. To arrest my attempts at picking foot skin we put heel balm on.There's a line on the back of the tube about stinging---see header---but I didn't read it. So when it was applied it was spread richly over the entire craters of both feet. I thought the stinging would die down but it sped up.
Articles from Harrangue Man
It's gotten harder as I've aged to maintain a daily hour of exercise as rigid as an exercise bike on medium resistance. Some days I ride the BYB instead, some days I have to have off. The 18-chain-put-back-on on efforts with the BYB with sumo wrestler like squatting as I faced off with PTSD V sprocket und chain meant strained thighs and my body says to take a day of rest.
My friend ___ was bullied out of a full-time position and forced to take a non-ongoing transfer at level. He did it for his health recognising it was happening to him again—having been bullied out of a different job in another fucking state. The end of his non-ongoing was nigh but he just locked in a transfer to another organisation to a full-time position at level. He gets a new start and away from the same insane crap we experienced.
I was playing the Talisman Ap game with the City expansion and had the Warrior armed with two stilettos. I landed on the AI Assassin who had one life and double stabbed him since the W can use two weapons at once.
I don't get the appeal of the penis but that's okay, there are plenty of people that do. But if you do happen to see one in go mode typically you see it from above or to the side.
I didn't get to sleep before five and when I did it was all mare of night. Because I cannot have good dreams; they were stolen from me.It's fucked, that's all there is to it. I couldn't sleep because of rage at a life I did not get and the one I got in its place. Every aspect of my life has been affected by my odd appearance with reduced capability and weird personality---the first I didn't choose, the latter afflicted by the former. Perhaps I am not a man because I never was.
I woke once or twice for the toilet but each time I returned to it. I can't recall it but I woke with the dreads and jitters, with the horrid feeling I fucked up and let people down. I know it involved my working life and family and me being bullied. I woke with a start at the end, the aftermath cloaked over as the substance of the dream evaporated but left a sludge behind.That's life with a workplace mental health injury; sleep is no escape.
I'm watching a MURDER! investigation TV series where the victim's name is Mikey. That is the first nickname I ever truely loved---I've had it the longest---but it's not everyday type name to hear.I keep wincing as the show progresses; no one likes hearing they've been murdered.
Solo man style bureaucracy kayaking has resulted in one ping back. It may be nothing but it's something---and it happened because of effort. You don't get a ping back unless you send one out.Office inner space WFTW.
I had a chance for more windmill fixing and I heard the windmill company had a suggestion box bolted to the door. Having already tried for several years to get fixes done I went up to the box and stuffed some in.I got confirmation they were recieved and will be added to the pile of possible positive solutions.That's never really happened before; for someone to say "thanks" and they'll take ideas on board.