Visit to ER for dumb accident

Uneventful week. Wrote a few dunning emails to clients to remind them they are overdue. Then, whilst stretching one morning, managed to smash my left foot into a wall. Don’t ask. Hurt like hell and I managed to limp back to sofa after retrieving a bag of frozen peas from fridge. Sorry, meant ice box. Figured it would go away, but next morning in shower noticed toe next to big toe—and why don’t we name them like we name our fingers?—was a nice shade of black or dark blue. Hopped into a taxi to the ER; after about an hour and a half and US $20 poorer (including x-ray and meds) I learned it was simply badly bruised and not broken.

I had a podiatry appointment that same morning so we followed up getting there in a hospital wheelchair because doc said stay off it as much as possible. A two-birds, one-stone trip. However, repairing my ingrowing toenail proved equally painful and to end the morning and add insult to injury: on our return in taxi, a construction barrier had been erected in front of our building—the first time this has ever happened outside our quiet building— meaning the taxi had to let us off a good 200 meters away; make no mistake, my friends, that little stroll was my Bataan Death March. But I protest too much.

Media

VIEWING

Notable movie this week: The Quiet Earth, a '70s New Zealand sci-fi production that was simple but had an interesting enough premise and merits repeated viewings to fathom what’s happening. The Hitman on Netflix was fun, a dark comedy (not as good as Barry, another hitman show).

READING

I began reading Elena Ferrante’s My Brilliant Friend and it’s quite enjoyable thus far. Two young, preternaturally gifted girls, kind of frenemies at first, finding their way through life’s beginnings in a rural Italian village.