Is this a mad way to start?

kk had the same thing in dec tis was a barstard. Are you taking it easy for a few days or being silly?

Well I have to go into work, but having this job is so different than trying to go and teach feeling like shit. I think I've worked out that I've had this since the summer, I just put it down to allergy, hayfever, my weird immune system etc... But in truth I've been blowing sexy pus and blood out of my nose for months. I just haven't felt systemically unwell so I've carried on with all the other stuff despite how tender the inside of my nose felt.

3 days ago I woke up and thought 'What bastard punched me in the jaw?', I just had that sinking feeling that it was some nasty toothy thing. But the pain has radiated up and you can actually feel the channel of the inflammation. Ugg... But it will be fine as long as it doesn't get worse. The doc said on the phone to get in touch if my eye gets worse because that isn't good news.

But Google has whittled the side effects down to a mild headache or death. Even the most illiterate don't spell it m..a..s..t..

Dave The Ex- Spartan wrote (see)

Would be a shame if it was death, try a couple of aspirin and see if your cock falls off

Oh well, never mind my face then!

I've had 3 beers on a Monday night, before I realised te comnination would twat me.

Actually, I can spell that was just for comedic effect. But... I don't complain about pain or illness when judging myself agains Joe 'what a fucking wimp with a small penis' public.

However, I actually don't feel well and we all lie about alcohol consumption; so let's go for 6 beers on a Monday night, plus strong antibiotics and self adminstered pain killers. THAT pain killer might actually be a sledge hammer to the head, but you can see (if you're paying attention), how the physics pan out.

Sorry to spoil a good story and all that.

Ok, yeah... Alarm set for 6am.

OR, I might having been drinking flowery tea all evening...

I read an article about alcoholism among doctors, they are as human as everyone else.

My face hurts.

That didn't tell you much about the article did it.

I think it was along the lines of them going to alcohol treatment centres abroad to detox, to avoid the erm, what... 'shame'? of admitting they had a problem.

Home at last, I *think* the antibiotics are starting to work.

Tri Club AGM this evening, I slipped off early because I had the kids with me. We appealed for help in running the aquathlons: Full time work, D's shifts and OU, living in the middle of nowhere, governor stuff, other stuff and directing and organising 4 races...

Means no time for sex and chocolate. NO TIME.

Oh and to top it off, my 10 yr old chose today to have the mum/daughter chat. That... chat...

Hopefully the chat that will lead to the chat, that leads to the chat, that's the precursor to the chat...

Which if goes wrong means you rush out effing and blinding to a late night chemist to find a piss stick whilst your husband shoots a teenage boy in the testicles.

All in all I think the first chat went very well.

I'm feeling smug in a geeky techy smuggy way. Managed to solve a problem that neither helpdesk or the web team could today. Next I overthrow the Queen.

I also managed to piss on eveyone's new years be good resolutions by sharing round a huge jar of Quality Street just as we'd got to chocolate drought status.

THAT is how I shall overthrow the Queen, with Quality Street.

Simples.

Oh I also managed a run after work with the member of the family with most legs, and it's chip van night, so in D's absence I will drive the kids into the village in about 15 mins for fluffy deep fried dead potato stuff... And curry sauce for me.

Bean sprouts from a chip van? Or did you add those?

My absolute favourite is chips and gravy.

Our chip van is the best, we're eating them now.