Upper Edward and Wickham, Brisbane

This is the corner of Wickham terrace and Upper Edward street in Brisbane city. The was a big dump of rain during the rush hour commute which didn't cool things down but it sure made it more humid. I watched the world go by from a coffee shop till the rain stopped. The contrast between the white building in the background and the receding storm clouds appealed to me.

I thought I would have plenty of time to sit and do my blip tonight. Not so. The boss put me in the bindery not long after I got here. That was a bit of a shock to the system. Going from a nice air conditioned prepress room to the hot sweaty bindery. I think I lost half my body weight in sweat in the first half hour! I don't really mind though. The binders are an alright bunch of people and I think they quite like to see me suffer on their turf. I will go back for more after my meal break just to show them I am tough too. EEEK!

This morning I went into the city to see the specialist about my knee. I had arranged to meet a friend of mine at the station who works in the city and commute in with him. We had an interesting chat on the train with topics ranging from politics to workplace injuries to what I call the "human condition". As someone who doesn't get to interact with a lot of people I always find it interesting when I am thrown into the mix. My day usually consists of sleeping in, pottering and running a few errands, morning tea with Jo, midday nap and then of to work. Generally I don't get to see a lot of people. So this morning was a bit of and eye opener and I will explain more quickly about my "human condition" theory.

Watching people in big crowds I have noticed that as a general rule they become completely oblivious to everyone around them: The lady who stops dead in the doorway to assess her seating options while everyone else grinds to a halt behind her (doorway standers are my pet hate), or the young fellow with the vacant stare or the vastly overweight lady or man. I asked my friend how many people he thought would survive if there was some sort of calamity like famine or an instant ice age tomorrow. How many would die not from the cause, but because they have lost the instinct for survival because they can't un-blinker themselves.

Deep...
I should get out more often.

The knee has some cartilage damage but no meniscal tear. That means no surgery but a permanent injury which might flare up at any time. Great!

I might blip the MRI tomorrow.