Fangirl Three wrote:

Especially if you open the leaflet end.

That is the most annoying thing in the world. I don’t think I’ve ever not opened the leaflet end.

There must be term for that, experiments done, studies conducted, focus groups held, reports produced, press releases issued. Like there are about dropped toast always landing jam side down.

It's Schrödinger's Leaflet.

While the packet's unopened, the leaflet could be facing either way but, the moment you decide to open the packet, it's at the open end.

It's counter-productive too, because the frustration causes one to angrily fling the leaflet away, positively refusing to read it.

Anyway, I hope your headache's better, Wendi.

It is.

Fangirl Three wrote:

It's counter-productive too, because the frustration causes one to angrily fling the leaflet away, positively refusing to read it.

Anyway, I hope your headache's better, Wendi.

Whenever I have a bag or suitcase clearing out, there are always several of those leaflets - sometimes scrunched from when it happened, but often still folded (they drop faster if you leave them folded, obviously, but that doesn’t offer the satisfaction of destroying it in a rage, so six and half a dozen).

I found one in my car yesterday while looking for a receipt.

I think I’m having a heart attack in my left leg. Gripping with sharp pain like in Casualty, but instead of the normal region, it’s the back of the inside thigh.

cosmictanya wrote:

I think I’m having a heart attack in my left leg. Gripping with sharp pain like in Casualty, but instead of the normal region, it’s the back of the inside thigh.

Cramp?

It must’ve been because I’m still here. I did a lot of walking around Aix the day before so that might have done me in.

It does sound like cramp.

You have to stretch the muscle by straightening out your leg and pulling your foot up, like footballers do.



Get M to help you.

There’s no way I’m asking him to do that.

It’s eases off since I’ve been out and about on my new bike, which my mothers partner found and fixed up for me - so he’s not all bad. I’ve realised he just has very specific interests - sports and economics. Since I mentioned cycling, he’s swung into helpful action.

Talk about saddle sore. The agony without the ecstasy. I might have to buy a pillow for the bike seat.

Bikes often come with uncomfortable seats. They always reckon that when you get a new bike, the first thing you should do is buy a more expensive seat and new pedals.

Cystitis has chosen tonight for her latest visit.

The 10th, and least inspiring, of the Muses.

I shall create an illustration of the full lineup of Muses shortly.

- Calliope: Muse of heroic or epic poetry (often holding a writing tablet).

- Clio: Muse of history (often holding a scroll).

- Erato: Muse of lyric and love poetry (often playing a lyre).

- Euterpe: Muse of music or flutes (often playing flutes).

- Melpomene: Muse of tragedy (often holding a tragic mask).

- Polyhymnia: Muse of sacred poetry or of the mimic art (often shown with a pensive look).

- Terpsichore: Muse of dancing and choral song (often shown dancing and holding a lyre).

- Thalia: Muse of comedy (often holding a comic mask).

- Urania: Muse of astronomy (often holding a globe).

- Cystitise: Muse of stinging discomfort 'down there' (often shown holding her knees together and making a ).

Very good. That’s cheered me up, as I sit here gingerly, trying to focus on something other than the burning.

What are people’s views or experiences of medical cannabis access in the UK? I’m thinking of booking an appointment with Curaleaf. Apparently there’s a process to even be approved for a consultation.

I'm afraid I have no experience with it.