Well, my last entry seems to have disappeared. I will be contacting my blog boss to see what's happened and hopefully get it reinstated. In the meantime Giles can you please drop the censorship comments because a) they're false, and b) your comments have nothing of value to censor and c) the disappearance of your latest comment has got nothing to do with me! Boy am I tetchy today. My left hand is in a splint and I have a SPLITTING HEADACHE for no obvious reason. The hand has a reason of course, I fell back on it while attempting a cheeky back heeler in football on Tuesday. Naturally I missed the ball completely and fell on my a*se, this would have caused great embarrassment if it wasn't such a regular occurrence.
Two days later and my wrist is feeling rather unusual so I pop in to see my doctor with only 4 hours notice (on an appointment cancellation, a dis-appointment if you will). Maybe it was my apparent slight pain in response to wrist squeezing that led my doctor to quickly recommend a visit to A&E, or maybe it was because it was 5.45 and well past everybody's home time, either way off I trotted to A&E with the doctors letter of recommendation in hand. Exactly what I was being recommended for is still unknown, the letter was in a sealed envelope and I never had the opportunity to read it. I suspect it read something like "Please make this idiot feel as though he has received treatment for the slight bruising resulting from a minor fall whilst playing a game of football, a game that age and reason should really have prevented him from getting involved in".
These sealed notes remind me of Aliaswood Comprehensive and the notes teachers would send each other to make their days a little more interesting. As an older, slightly swotty and basically polite and reasonable sixth former I was often privy to the contents of these notes. I seem to remember Mr Stent and Dr Hewitt (names changed to protect the innocent) as two of the biggest culprits. They would select a unfortunate looking child and dispatch them with a supposedly important note to a suitably distant classroom. "Isn't this child ugly" the note would read, often with a list of teachers to be ticked off as they were visited. Everybody was a winner really, the teachers and sixth formers had a laugh and the ugly/hairy/fat/snotty child got to wander round the school for two periods instead of being stuck in a classroom failing to learn physics. These were the days when we had sixth forms and O'Levels of course, when a teachers proficiency at head shots with a blackboard duster could easily earn them a teacher of the year award instead of a jail sentence as it would today. Not that I'm condoning violence in the classroom, but it was so much more civilised when instigated by the teacher.
Anyway, some time later I arrived at A&E, but not before I had given Myriam a lift to her new home. Myriam has been my very short term lodger for the last couple of weeks. She has now moved into her new house, where I trust she will be happy, or at least happier. I suspect the shortness of the tenancy explains the failure, Myriam's failure, to teach me any useful French insults. The landlord/tenant relationship never quite got to the stage of insult swapping as it did with Manmen, maybe one more week would have done it. But there is still time, and lot's of European cup qualifying matches approaching. Talking of which I would be very grateful if anybody could let me know a good place to watch the France v. Argentina match coming up soon. It coincides with the England match, which I will be watching, so I'm guessing that even in Wales the England match will be given priority, but if anyone knows of a pleasant Cardiff boozer showing the France match, Myriam would be very grateful for the tip.
So, A&E. I was very impressed with the speed of service at the hospital, and I sincerely hope that I didn't waste too much of their time. I was booked in, medically fondled, x-rayed, deservedly patronised then sent on my way within an hour and a half. Which is pretty damn good considering they didn't know I was coming. I also had the pleasure of bumping into a member of my tiny social circle, on the late shift and tending to the needs of a young patient in the most friendly doctorly manner I have ever witnessed. Maybe they save it for the children and treat us adults with the detachment we deserve.
It's now about 5 days since I went to the hospital. This blog entry has been interrupted with the many comments I had to attend to (see Procrastination...), not mention the myriad other distractions in my life. So apologies if it appears a little disjointed, I will proof it tomorrow.
I finish with a promise, my next entry will be about allotments, possibly leeks and their cultivation, we'll see.
Oh, by the way, my previously missing entry has now reappeared.
Mogg wrote...
Sorry don't know where to respond...but Aztec Camera. This blog does have very little about your allotment
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SuperDave replies...
You've responded correctly.
Yes, I know. I am working on it. How about you tell us about some of your allotment experiences.
Posted by: Mogg | February 7, 2007 10:28 AM