bleh

Apr. 13th, 2011 01:37 pm
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So, I've got another cold, and I'm at home again. Coughing, headache, sore throat, pain in my ears - yup, it's a cold ok.

I wouldn't mind the time off if I was feeling well, I'd actually be able to get one with something. As it is, I've managed to shower, eat lunch and watch daytime tv, and this feels like an achievement.

Bleh.
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Tomorrow I have an appointment with my physioterrorist. I was given some butt muscle stretching exercises to do a couple of weeks back when I first saw her to stretch out some small muscle in my butt (on the left side) that is giving me trouble. I did these most days until Sunday, when I sprained my right ankle. The ankle was not supporting of my weight, and I figured it would be unwise to try and do the exercises.

Now tomorrow I will return to the physioterrorist. I bet the ankle will be back to normal, not even any bruising to show for the amount of pain it's given me. Gah.

At least I'll be able to get back to exercising, as I'm due to see the GP on Monday, and she's bound to tell me I'm too fat to live.
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Had quite the busy weekend.

Friday night I had an ETS dance class, which was good, got to clang my zills which is always therapeutic.

Saturday I went down to that London to meet up with Luke. We went to the Natural History Museum, which was exceedingly cool. I'd never been before, and was delighted to look at the dinosaurs, the stuffed mammals, the marine invertebrates, and so on. We then hightailed it over to Camden to get to the Underworld for the British Steel festival. I didn't want to see any of the bands, not my thing really, but Luke wanted to go and I didn't want him having all the fun on his own. I had more to drink than I'm accustomed to, and as such ended up with a stinking hangover on Sunday. We watched Agincourt (pants), Saracen (ok), Jaguar (pants), Elixir (ok) and then Pagan Altar came on so I had a sit down with a book, and Luke watched them and thoroughly enjoyed them. We then sauntered over to the Hobgoblin for the Subterranean Hellnoise night. Full of posers. Music was pretty good though.

Sunday we had breakfast with our gracious host, James "Fang" Begley from Stuka Squadron. The man can't half talk. Then we made a leisurely journey across London. A mere couple of hundred yards from Euston station, totally sober, I twisted my ankle and fell hard. Not sure how I managed that, must have been my inherant clumsiness coming through. I managed to get to my feet and hobble to Boots the chemist, and bought some cold packs, ibuprofen and tubigrip. My ankle is currently HUGE. But I digress. We eventually got back to our humble hovel in Birmingham around 5pm yesterday.

My brother arrived later in the evening, and we watched some motorsports until it was time for Wrestlemania. Which was not really the most electrifying event in sports entertainment, no matter how much I wanted it to be. The Rock was there, but he didn't spend enough time being The Rock. The majority of the matches were unmemorable. It probably didn't help that my ankle was hurting lots so I couldn't get comfortable, and that I was very tired and started falling asleep as soon as it started.

However, the highlight of the night for me was the build up to the match between the Game and the Undertaker. Metallica's "For Whom the Bell Tolls" hit, the lights went out, and the goosebumps raced up my arms. The Game came out looking like the Lich King (apparently it's his King of Kings garb, but I didn't know that) behind a load of Spartan looking fellas, then the Metallica stopped and the Motorhead started. To be fair to HHH, he looked like he meant business. Then the lights went out again, and the Undertaker came out to music I didn't recognise, but which worked better than his rubbish death march music that he's been using for the past ten thousand years. The match itself was horribly average. The 'Taker looked like a fish out of water spasming around on the mat, although he did make the Game tap out, which is not something I've seen happen very often. I hope they both retire now, they are past their prime, both of them.

All the other matches were pretty dull. Edge v Del Rio - considering how much this could have been fun, it was a pretty comprehensive squash. And was there really any need to trash the car, unless they are trying to do a half assed heel turn? Mysterio v Cody Rhodes - I spent a lot of time falling asleep during this one, Mysterio coming out dressed as Captain America did him no favours I feel. Punk v Orton - two heavily tattooed men in shorts. I forget how this went, but Punk should have won it. The 8 man tag match was poor. The team of Big Show, Kane, Santino and Kofi Kingston had four big characters on it, but hardly any of them got a chance to do anything. I was very pleased to see Heath Slater get a comprehensive ass kicking though. The mixed tag team match - wtf? Who the hell is Snooki anyway? Good to see Trish Stratus back in action, she's still got it. Totally forgettable match from Jerry "The King" Lawler and Michael Cole. I fell asleep during this. It's the only way I could cope, as it was on for too long. Then the headline match - John Cena v The Miz. Tedium. Pure tedium on a stick. Only The Rock laying the smack down on Cena and smashing the Raw General Manager could lift it out of the shit it was wallowing in.

We crawled to bed around 4am. I may sound critical of WWE pay per views, but they do still know how to put on a show. It's easier to remember the negatives. and there were some positives too. I just can't remember them right now.
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So, I didn't go into work yesterday, and I haven't gone in today. On the coach down to Heathrow over two weeks ago I started developing a sore throat. Over the course of the holiday in Istanbul it turned into a full blown cold with runny nose and hacking cough. Today, 16 days after I first noticed the sore throat, I still have the cough. I couldn't face travelling to Stoke on Trent yesterday in the car with this cough, especially as I was coughing so hard my back kept twinging, so I took the day off to sit in bed and be looked after by pusscats. I read a book - Company of Liars by Karen Maitland - and finished my patchwork crochet blanket (picture to go up on ravelry soon).

Today the alarm went off, and I thought "no way man". So I'm still at home, sitting on the sofa, listening to Heidevolk, crocheting a hat for my new nephie, and wondering if I could make any money out of this crocheting malarky. I need something to fund my way through the masters next year!

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