Mad Manatee Mentors 2013: CLOSED (exc/ Pop Tart bribes) (Page 44)

You truly must be a manatee.

Renee is a SURFER! She's like a pre-qualified Manatee!

I live in Surferville in Bali. However, if I surfed, that's ALL I'd do, and I already seem to be overly obsessed occupied with other slightly dangerous, somewhat water-based pursuits.

Wow - a nice run at lunchtime, cold but sunny - should NOT have eaten so many cashews before running, just saying.

Oh bike porn - here's a pic of mine from Google.

Unnamed.  It's a boy for sure, I've toyed with the name Terenzo - coz I like the idea of riding him all day!

Awesome!  Perfect name.  Fiona is totally hawt and so is your bike.  

How's yer face?

Well ... I don't know why, every time I see a medical professional, they look at me as if they don't know how I've managed to stay alive in this world which is rummaging around the borders of my mental capacity.

Somehow the broken toothpick end had actually fish-hooked itself in, so that any attempt to retrieve it (i.e., my hour of increasingly questionable methods self-stabbing) buried it deeper. The dentist had to cut it out. Even I was shocked at its shape and size. I'd spent the night with a small fishhook jammed deep into the gums between two teeth and poking at a nerve root.

So I got sent home with antibiotics, painkillers (a true rarity in Indonesia), and strict instructions to not exert myself for a few days (so the gums can heal together properly and rebuild the blood vessels blah blah blah) and eat soft foods only on one side.

It's not really hurting but I am insanely tired. I guess I was insanely tired all last week, too, even before this happened. It occurred to me I've been double full steam with a double cream head since before IMNZ on Mar 2, so maybe I should just rest. I think the German side of me is what feels insanely guilty if I don't do much for a day or two.

So I had a piece of red velvet cake (very soft!), half a mango and coffee for breakfast today and am back in bed, albeit doing stuff via computer and phone. But I'm resting!

Well ... I don't know why, every time I see a medical professional, they look at me as if they don't know how I've managed to stay alive in this world which is rummaging around the borders of my mental capacity.

Somehow the broken toothpick end had actually fish-hooked itself in, so that any attempt to retrieve it (i.e., my hour of increasingly questionable methods self-stabbing) buried it deeper. The dentist had to cut it out. Even I was shocked at its shape and size. I'd spent the night with a small fishhook jammed deep into the gums between two teeth and poking at a nerve root.

So I got sent home with antibiotics, painkillers (a true rarity in Indonesia), and strict instructions to not exert myself for a few days (so the gums can heal together properly and rebuild the blood vessels blah blah blah) and eat soft foods only on one side.

It's not really hurting but I am insanely tired. I guess I was insanely tired all last week, too, even before this happened. It occurred to me I've been double full steam with a double cream head since before IMNZ on Mar 2, so maybe I should just rest. I think the German side of me is what feels insanely guilty if I don't do much for a day or two.

So I had a piece of red velvet cake (very soft!), half a mango and coffee for breakfast today and am back in bed, albeit doing stuff via computer and phone. But I'm resting!

Pretty sure if you dip pop tarts into your coffee they will be soft enough.

Pop Tarts + warm milk = soggy happiness

You said I had a hawt voice.  Sigh.

You do.

Her friend Swen's voice is also instant orgasm.

You said I had a hawt voice.  Sigh.

You do.

Her friend Swen's voice is also instant orgasm.

You should see what can happen in two hours.

I was actually, in between hazy naps, thinking I should've sent you a swim workout for yesterday, but I see you managed to torture yourself just fine, especially with a painful trainer ride. Joy.

Well FYI I have a real thing for US accents....all of em!

Ladies please i'm at work