OneGoodArm Swear Scale: Mild Curry
Firstly Husband made the podium last weekend racing. I know, amazing. But that is enough limelight for him. He might get a fat head. 🙊
This week I am now drowning in scotch was EPIC. 12 meetings, 2 x 18 hour days, 2 x 14 hour days and one boring 10 hour day. A 3am start, a flight to the Gold Coast, meetings, drive to Brisbane, meetings, present to a bunch of people until the late evening, into bed, drive to Sunshine Coast, more meetings, fly home, flight is late, arrived late when I should be asleep (with my work wife who also suffered through this itinerary) drive home and prepare to die quietly and slowly.
The week had two aspects, those with my sling:
“How did you did that?”
“How did you break your arm?”
“What have you done?”
“You cannot sit in row one on this flight Ma’am”
“AH EXCUSE FUCKING ME, I PAID FOR ROW ONE…………………” You can imagine how sorry that poor airline bird was she came to work that morning and pissed me off.
“It’s against policy to let you sit in row one”
“It’s on our website”
“What is the name of the policy?”
“Ma’am it’s against policy”
“So the policy specifically says passengers with one working arm cannot sit in row 1?”
“You must be ready willing and able to assist”
“But your arm”
“What does that have to do with it, seat 1F is not even next to an emergency door”
“Ma’am i can’t let you sit there”
“You don’t even know what is wrong with me”
“Well clearly something is” (PS touché)
“So I will remove my sling”
“Unfortunately I have seen it”
“So refund me the fee for reserving row one”
“I can’t do that, you need to contact head office”
NOTE TO HER: If you want an easy morning don’t rely on a policy to deny me something if you can’t name or produce said policy. And know your fucking aircraft.
AND DON’T CALL ME MAAM DICKHEAD!
And back to my original point the aspect without my sling (mostly to people trying to shake my hand):
“My right arm doesn’t work”
“My right arm is paralysed”
“I can’t shake hands”
“Can you please open | grab | stir | cut up | get that for me?”
Despite the whining I actually enjoyed the week even though I am very tired. My hard work resilience is not what it used to be.
My elbow is also giving me grief, even resting it on a pillow hurts after 10 minutes or so. It’s very frustrating. Perhaps I am spending too much time amongst pillows 😝. Perhaps I should harden the F up.
I am currently watching “Hitting The Apex” AGAIN. Other than the soothing dulcet tones of narrator Brad Pitt it is such an amazing film. Especially if you LOVE MotoGP as I do.
BUT the medical director says in the film, out of approximately 690 crashes he only saw 30 fractures. WHY, WHY I AM THE STUPID FUCKER WHO GETS DISABLED??!! Especially when I am riding 6000 grades lower than MotoGP.
Honestly of all the problems blotting my copybook this is one I cannot get past. Why didn’t I just break something? Or several somethings? Why a permanent life changing disability??
But then the movie turns to the death of Marco Simoncelli and I am reminded of how lucky I am. So lucky that somehow I did not die on August 1 because I was travelling faster than Simoncelli was when he died. To be fair I was probably going mildly faster flat out on the longest straight in Australia than he was cornering a hard right hander, but the fact remains I did not die. And he did.
A freak accident, just like mine.
Live on forever SIC 58. He was without question a rider I loved.
So the week is over, I am ok, it’s all good.