Tuesday the 7th of January 2014
20:30PM, I’ve eaten half a loaf of white bread with Nutella. 23:00PM, I’ve spilled milk on my desk whilst trying to add powder to an over filled water bottle. 1:10AM, I’ve made myself a cup of tea and some chilli noodles. 01:21AM, I should have gone to bed a couple of hours ago.
I need to reset my biological clock; my sleep cycle doesn’t make any sense here. I can’t continue living in darkness until I cycle to work, I’ve been getting about ten minutes (or less depending on the traffic) of sunlight a day. If I don’t leave my apartment at the weekend, it means I get under an hour of sunlight a week, fifty minutes of sunlight. If I were a plant, I’d have died by now. It’s always dark when I leave work and it is starting to play havoc with my entire being. Bearing that in mind, I plan on going to bed late and waking up early. I hope that by doing so, I’ll be tired tomorrow night and I will go to bed almost as soon as I get home from work (depending on the amount of time I spend lesson planning after classes).
My hands are often black with pollution and grease from my bicycle when I get into school. I usually wash my hands before doing anything but today I made the mistake of not doing so. I felt quite embarrassed as it’s the second time someone has noticed. I need to buy contact lenses. The inability to wear a mask whilst cycling because my glasses steam up is really quite upsetting. The air pollution actually causes my glasses to get surprisingly dirty. I want to be able to see without anything touching my face. Although, I know Taiwan is not as bad as mainland China when it comes to air quality but when you compare it to the fresh blasts of cold sea air found in the North West of England, it certainly hits your lungs and your skin hard. I’ve probably got heavy metal poisoning from the amount of instant noodle products I’ve been eating (which contain traces of lead, copper and my favourite, arsenic). I have stopped using the flavoured oil provided with the noodles now; the dried powder is sufficiently flavoursome and is less likely to kill me.
I was told over the weekend by one of the other teachers that even if you’ve fractured your ankle, it’s still possible to walk. I didn’t realise this and I’m now slightly concerned that it wasn’t x-rayed. I don’t want to trouble anyone so I’m waiting it out. It’s 2:47AM, I’ve just taken my sock off to check and it’s still noticeably swollen so there’s definitely something wrong with it. Perhaps my naturally high tolerance for pain (and/or cognitive ability) combined with a cocktail of ibuprofen and paracetamol enabled me to just ‘get over it’.
This post could be considered to be rather depressing but that’s fine as I will be writing an additional (potentially more positive) post later on in the day (once I’ve actually slept).