I’m beginning to wonder if I am ‘slop made’…or if other people suffer in silence regarding today’s bizarre issue.
Basically my problem is that my head doesn’t fit on a headrest. There I have admitted it, after years if thinking I am a misfit or have some kind of deformity…. (both of which may be true)….I’ve gone public.
My ‘issue’ has been a long standing one, but it was reinforced this last weekend, both on my plane trip and then in the car. In both cases I was tired but could not relax and let my head rest on the headrest without tilting back at a ridiculous near 90deg angle (well, I’m not so good with geometry, but you get the picture), leaving me with a stiff and sore neck today.
Over the past years I have contemplated this from time to time, and wondered if it relates to my posture. BUT I have checked the direction of my neck, and while it’s not perfect, it’s certainly aiming up ~ not forward like a turtle, which would at least explain something. I know that the head support on the drivers seat is a precaution against whip-lash…rather than for having a nap while in control of the vehicle, but as a passenger, surely it’s not unreasonable to close your eyes and recharge the batteries while the road noise (or hum of the jet engines) puts you to sleep.
Perhaps this is what I need …
These days I am a bit more prepared (mostly) and when the trip is a reasonable length, I use a neck pillow… but it doesn’t stop me wondering who the designers of these ‘added comforts’ really are …and whose body they use for the template. (and whether or not I am the odd one in this topic lol)
I’ve been thinking and wondering about so many things today that my head hurts. So many questions and so much trivia that I don’t know where to start.
I mean how DO whales make it all the way from the Antarctic to far north Queensland to give birth and then return with their baby… without eating a thing ? Seriously ? I mean what pregnant mum can do that? and what other brand new baby would be expected to make that 2500km journey?
Then …when they do finally eat, why choose the smallest thing in the ocean when they are the biggest ? Surely it can’t be very satisfying to strain tiny little krill fish through your teeth when you weigh a few tonne…. I mean how many would they need to recover from a 3 month fast ?
And there are SO many other questions after our whale spotting adventure today. …
Like, I wonder what clever person invented the self-locking plastic disposable vomit bag? (Thank goodness they did, after today’s “vomitathon” otherwise it could have been a very messy whale watching adventure). Instead, those of us that didn’t succumb, just had to step over the bodies laying all over the deck clutching their designer plastic bags.
Back in my old ‘nursey days’ we coped with the good old stainless steel bowl …then there was the paper bag for air and sea travel, ….heaven help you if you filled it up then had nowhere to put it. But….with just a flick of the wrist these modern gadgets are sealed and ready to dispose of in the nearest bin..
There are so many more observations… but so little brain capacity left …it’s been a huge week and I need to power down… BUT I’ll leave you with one more piece of useless information.
Hope you can weave some of these words into your conversation at work tomorrow… Good Luck !
Back in the big smoke after my outback adventure and I couldn’t help but be stunned by the beauty of Sydney as we flew in today …a perfect clear and sunny afternoon with the harbour covered in sailing boats, and the iconic bridge and Opera House showing off … just breathtaking.
The only thing that dampened my magical moment was ‘interference’ in the form of my ‘next-door-neighbour’. There I was the ham in the sandwich between 2 generously proportioned men, and the one by the window was becoming more and more inconsiderate.
From the minute we took off he adjusted the window shade constantly up-down-open-shut then halfway in between. I managed to amuse myself with a movie for the most part, making his fidgeting bearable, but as we made our approach over Sydney he leaned forward and proceeded to scratch at his mangy beard. Next minute specks of ‘snow’ were falling from his face…dry dead skin was sprinkling all over his lap…. so I found it way too hard to gaze through him (and is face dandruff)to get more than a quick glimpse out the window.
I thought hard about what I could say…but given the strange nature of my complaint (“excuse me sir, but your face dandruff is offending me”), and my vocal challenge, he would have no chance of understanding my issue.
I know it’s always a lucky dip in the crazing and crowded world of airline travel….but I wonder how I can guarantee not to be seated next a passenger with personal hygiene issues in the future….would it be to unreasonable to make a formal request ? LOL.
For some reason tonight takes me back inside the ladies loo. I’m beginning to wonder why I do so much ‘wondering’ in there…. but it can be a fascinating place sometimes.
I popped into the poolside facility at the moderately swanky (as opposed to really swanky)conference hotel, and was stunned to find several shower cubicles alongside the loos; each complete with every pampering potion you could ever need… shampoos, conditioners, body wash …you name it, it was there. Then there were hair dryers and straighteners plugged and in ready to go at each vanity basin ….and …wait for it … 2 sets of uber-modern bathroom scales, one on each side of the vast tiled space.
While I wondered who would really use those scales…I was impressed with the effort and the decor of the whole place.
UNTIL …..I finally dragged myself away from all this fancy stuff…and went to the loo, (fortunately for just a quick visit), only to discover there was not one square of toilet paper..arrrgh!!
Surely if the interior designer had gone to all that effort to accommodate every whim, they could have installed some sort of facility for an emergency supply of loo paper (or just left a spare roll within reach – I mean, how hard can that be ?).
Today I had the pleasure of visiting an Aboriginal Women’s Centre ….a fantastic facility that is all about women (no male over the age of 7years allowed on site AT ALL), the perfect one stop shop for Women’s Business.
It is a fabulous collision of tradition and Western medicine and is completely controlled by ‘Grandmothers Law’.
The visit was going beautifully and the lovely Aboriginal health worker that was showing us around, proudly introduced us one by one to a photo of each of the special Grandmothers, who are like the Board of Directors.
The photo showed the smiling faces of 12 beautifully buxom…very elderly and absolutely traditional Indigenous women, so I couldn’t resist asking our host what age these amazing women would be.She looked very thoughtfully and replied that they were very very old women, and that the average age would be at least 56 years!!!.
GULP …. talk about a reality check, we all laughed a lot but… I’m 50Something and feeling very fortunate today.
OK …so I let my head go and had a spontaneous moment of competitiveness this morning… now I’m feeling my age (just a little).
A fellow delegate that I had not yet met, was heading out of the hotel at the same time as me this morning, clearly heading to the same conference destination …about 200 mtrs down the long, straight, flat footpath. I made the effort to get eye contact thinking we could walk together…. HOWEVER she clearly had no intention of having company, but instead of acknowledging me and moving along, she did the “I’m deliberately avoiding eye contact” head tilt, and took off at a great speed.
I was every-so-slightly miffed (despite not being able to hold any kind of conversation especially while walking), and so I got this crazy idea that I would overtake her ….after all it was a flat and straight path and her legs were MUCH shorter and chunkier than mine…so I ramped up my pace a little.
Anyway as I was gaining on her with my super long legged strides ~ I felt something go bang.
OUCH !!! I had strained my groin muscle and pulled up lame… (fortunately I hadn’t quite made the overtake…so at least I saved face on that score). I continued along with something that was a cross between a limp and a waddle, and made it to my destination… so relieved to find a seat and settle quietly into the audience.
All was well until it came time to move… That will teach me to have negative thoughts about this oddly antisocial woman who I noticed spoke with no-one all day …then I thought ‘mmm perhaps she has a voice disorder as well. Guess I will never know’.