I found a bubble, no I found a lot of bubbles. This afternoon I went for a tour with my wheelchair along the river searching for bubbles as well as ducks. One bubble seldom comes alone and this boat made quite a few.
Otherwise I really have nothing to say about bubbles, although a glass of cola straight from the fridge is quite appetising with all its bubbles and everything.
There is a bubble problem if you have to inject as I do. The syringe arrives complete with a liquid. I have to mix a powder with the medicine into the syringe and then I am ready, but not quite. Injecting air into your body is not advisable, it can cause an embolism which is apparently not very good. So I mix the medicine and am ready and what do I see? An air bubble is trapped at the bottom of the liquid, but no problem. According to the doc, it would need more than a bubble to cause harm, but I should still tap the syringe to move the bubble out of the liquid. This is easier said than done. There seems to be a magical tap that does the job. After two years of regular injections every second day, the bubble still sits where it is every time I prepare the syringe. However, I continue to inject undaunted and am still alive to talk about it. How can anyone write about a bubble? I did it.