Ow!

[dalekboy]

Migraine!

Ow! Bastard! Owowowow!


Well, that's likely to disrupt my plans for the day!

Worst thing? In amongst the nausea, pain, and leg weakness, my hormones are bubbling! Why?! I mean seriously, even if I had the opportunity, my skin hurts to the touch! Where would be the fun?! Stupid body!

Tell me of your good day, or weekend! Danny demands it!

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I was up all night finishing two large backdrops for a friend's comedy show: a generic city skyline and a stylized version of the Sydney Harbour Bridge. Both are 2.7m long and up to 1.5m high. They're made out of thick cardboard with wooden supports so they're not too heavy.

The big problem was transportation. I'd run out of time to make them in sections that would fit in a station wagon, and at nearly 3m long there was no way I could take them on the tram or even a train. I had to get them from my house in Brunswick to Trades Hall in Carlton, which was only 3km away.

The Scott solution was to leave for work a little early (without having gotten any sleep at all that night) and just carry the backdrops to the theatre.

There are several problems with this plan. One is that although the backdrops weren't really that heavy, they were awfully large and cumbersome. I bolted them together so that they were one unit which made things a lot easier, but it was still nearly impossible to find a way to carry them which was at all comfortable and wasn't cramping up either my back or my shoulder muscles. At the start of the trip I had to walk a block, rest for a few minutes, walk another block, rest again, etc.. But this was okay - I knew it was going to be a long painful trip but my friend really needed those backdrops for his show.

The other problem, and one which I hadn't bargained on, was that it was an incredibly windy morning. And I was carrying around what amounted to a decent sized sail. When the wind was only at a medium gust it made the backdrops twice as hard and twice as painful to carry, and when it was at a full guts they were impossible to carry. AT one point I had to cross a major road, and when I got to the other side the wind had me pinned down. I had to brace the backdrops against a street sign and it was all I could do to just hold on and keep them from blowing away (and potentially going through someone's windscreen and causing an accident.) After standign there struggling eith it for at least 10 minutes waiting for the wind to drop so I could move on I realised that the road was forming a corridor between two large flat empty spaces of land, so the wind wasn't going to drop. I had to just grip the backdrops as tightly as possible, lean square into the wind and slowly edge my way along until I passed the wind corridor and got to a more sheltered part of the street.

The other problem was that I'd sliced open the tip of my index finger when unpackign my new stanley knife a few days previously, and although the wound seemd to have closed over sufficiently before I set out, the death grip I needed to hold the backdrops against that wind popped open the wound. It wasn't just a few drops coming out either - it was pouring out. And I din't have anything on me that I could use to stem the flow (apart from sucking on it whenever I had a breather) so I was also gettin gblood all over the backdrops and myself.

Eventually I got to some narrower streets where the wind wasn't as bad, and I found out that if I balanced the backdrops on top of my head on a certain angle and gripped them in certain points it wasn't too uncomfrtable, and I had a pretty good control of it. But cardboard doesn't really stand up to that kind of pressure and my head was starting to push through, so I had to duck my head down and carry that 3m long slab on my shoulders. And so I trudged along like that all the way, got to the theatre, found someone to let me in the the room, unbolted the backdrops and put them in place, went to the bathroom and got my work clothes out of my back pack, checked my mobile ...

It had taken me nearly 2.5 hrs to walk those 3 kilometres, and I was going to be nearly 2 hrs late for work. I thought I might have been slightly late but I had no idea it had taken me this long. So off I ran, sweating like a pig, still bleeding and covered in blood, and my only excuse was "I had to carry a replica bridge on my back to a theatre".



Note: I consider that to be an excellent way to start the week. :D

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