...hungover at work - not fun in the slightest. Also coming under the 'not fun' category this morning we have the following: realising there is no bread for toast, and indeed no milk to make what would have certainly been a life-saving cup of tea first thing; overland rail travel; underground tube travel; realising you have an early meeting. Gah.
The only thing that is keeping me going is the sweet, sweet knowledge that it is, in fact, the holy payday tomorrow. Counting the seconds, the minutes, the hours...
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Absence makes the heart grow fonder...I hope
Oh, I know, it's been an AGE. Work is still quite brutal, and blogging from work has become nigh on impossible following the discovery that I am being watched by my hawk-eyed and thoroughly evil boss. I am now devoting most of my working day to figuring out a sneaky way around this. However, I have just happened on a serendipitous window of time, so I'll fill you in on my most recent misadventures...
The issue of my lack of outer poise has yet again raised its ugly head. If you ever want a fun evening, don’t go to St. Mary’s A&E in Paddington. I am convinced that the triage nurses work part-time as bouncers at some of the roughest clubs in London, or at least, that is where they receive their interpersonal skills training. I had to go there after falling over playing netball. Basically my ankle gave out and I fell really badly, and twisted my ankle, and when it happened, I heard a sickening crunching noise. The pain was so bad I started hyperventilating and shaking. The staff at the gym were very good though and brought a load of ice out, which they taped to my ankle - they also said soothing things like: 'well, if it is broken, it's broken.'
It was all very grim - I was very worried I had broken it and I running ahead in my imagination, envisaging me in a cast for Christmas, etc, etc.
So I had to go to A&E for an X-ray etc. Was there a couple of hours - Had the X-ray and nothing was broken. Though I had to practically bribe the Radiograopher to tell me this - She seemed to think I wouldn't be concerned with the result either way, and would rather be kept in suspense for another hour or so whilst waiting to see the Doctor. I was so relieved, though still in a lot of pain, anyway, after the X-ray, I waited to see the doctor – ‘Hi, my name's Stefan’ - who was absolutley drop-dead gorgeous. Of course, he would be, since I was wearing my sweaty gym kit and no make-up. He checked the X ray and examined my ankle – but all I could think was ‘you’re Dr. McDreamy and my feet smell - excellent’. Anyway, he reckons I have torn some ligaments (the crunching noise I heard – argh), gave me some heavy duty painkillers and a tubigrip bandage thingy, and said I should go to my docs and get some physio.
The tubigrip banadage thingy, I'm sure I don't have to tell you, is uber-glamorous, in fact, it's almost beyond glamour.
Aggh - my boss is on the horizon and the window is closing. Will try to get back here soon and also do some neighbourly visiting...
The issue of my lack of outer poise has yet again raised its ugly head. If you ever want a fun evening, don’t go to St. Mary’s A&E in Paddington. I am convinced that the triage nurses work part-time as bouncers at some of the roughest clubs in London, or at least, that is where they receive their interpersonal skills training. I had to go there after falling over playing netball. Basically my ankle gave out and I fell really badly, and twisted my ankle, and when it happened, I heard a sickening crunching noise. The pain was so bad I started hyperventilating and shaking. The staff at the gym were very good though and brought a load of ice out, which they taped to my ankle - they also said soothing things like: 'well, if it is broken, it's broken.'
It was all very grim - I was very worried I had broken it and I running ahead in my imagination, envisaging me in a cast for Christmas, etc, etc.
So I had to go to A&E for an X-ray etc. Was there a couple of hours - Had the X-ray and nothing was broken. Though I had to practically bribe the Radiograopher to tell me this - She seemed to think I wouldn't be concerned with the result either way, and would rather be kept in suspense for another hour or so whilst waiting to see the Doctor. I was so relieved, though still in a lot of pain, anyway, after the X-ray, I waited to see the doctor – ‘Hi, my name's Stefan’ - who was absolutley drop-dead gorgeous. Of course, he would be, since I was wearing my sweaty gym kit and no make-up. He checked the X ray and examined my ankle – but all I could think was ‘you’re Dr. McDreamy and my feet smell - excellent’. Anyway, he reckons I have torn some ligaments (the crunching noise I heard – argh), gave me some heavy duty painkillers and a tubigrip bandage thingy, and said I should go to my docs and get some physio.
The tubigrip banadage thingy, I'm sure I don't have to tell you, is uber-glamorous, in fact, it's almost beyond glamour.
Aggh - my boss is on the horizon and the window is closing. Will try to get back here soon and also do some neighbourly visiting...
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