Yesterday afternoon, I attended the "Tour de California" bike race and greeted some of the best cyclists in the world as they crossed the 100 meter mark. It only lasted a second, and I was ready to capture the moment on my kick-ass digital camera I've had for the past four years...but it was busted. I dropped my Nikon on the street minutes earlier, collected the batteries from the pavement and turned it on. It worked fine. But when it came time to capture the moment, the camera appeared to be dead.
It all started to go sour at work today. I was doing my usual routine: phone calls, filing, ultrasound, electrical stim., laundry, cleaning, more laundry. It must have been the fourth or so load of dirty towels of the day. I was pushing those fuckers into the front loading machine with all of my might when I hyper-extended my left thumb. It didn't start hurting until I tried to grip a batch of hydrocolator pads with my left hand. The pain shot up my arm and I dropped the clump of towels on the floor.
You see a theme here. This is what lead to the death of my camera. Only I would have an injury this lame.
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How's your thumb? And your camera?
Thumb- still sore and swollen, but being taken care of. I'm lucky that I work with a bunch of Physical Therapists.
Camera- still dead. :(
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