Yesterday I was lying on the couch, clocking up yet another day of infomercials and in-depth thoughts thanks to the mysterious and extremely painful epiploic appendagitis, or alsdflkajsldkfj as it is more commonly known, that refuses to bugger off.
#infomercialcentral
Tuesday’s infomercials consisted of some sort of new paint roller that rolled on vast quantities of paint in one go WITH NO DRIPPING (handy if you have a large area to cover and are a bit clumsy), came with all sorts of flocked add ons (whatever that means), was only $14.99 and if you ordered one yesterday, it was buy one, get one free!
Honestly, I was so close to picking up the phone and placing an order but then I remembered that Guns has finished all the painting around the house, so really, it would be 15 bucks wasted.
#nicepaint
Meanwhile my in-depth thoughts included things like My feet could do with a pedi and I wonder why they sell nurofen in boxes of 12 and 24? Why not 10 and 20? Or 15 and 30? and I wish I had a cleaner.
But suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by a piercing and very persistent ringing in my ears. That’s new I thought to myself, while waiting for it to stop.
Five minutes later and the ear ringing nonsense was still going strong, as were my thoughts: Oh FFS. That’d be right. I remember the neuro telling me this might happen. Great. Now I can add tinnitus to my list of IIH related issues. Fan-f*&king-tastic.
And then, just like that, the ringing stopped.
At the exact moment the neighbour behind us unplugged her very loud vacuum cleaner.
Ever bought anything from an infomercial? Thought you had a medical condition that was actually a household appliance?
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