Turns out my cough has turned into Acute Follicular Tonsillitis according to my GP. Sponge was right sending me for a second opinion, and now I’m on a two week course of Clarithromycin antibiotics which is strange. I was beginning to feel better aside from the wheezing phlegmatic cough. Still, he even gave me a seven day sicknote so not all bad. To the rest of you in a similar plight, heres one of my favourite comedy songs , The Sick Note by Pat Cooksey performed by some American dude. (Who calls it the brick layers song)
Haven’t posted here for a few days now. I thought I was over the worst of my cold but had started coughing again really bad on Friday. I though maybe due to emptying that vacuum cleaner thinking that n how many allergens and bacterium that must have got out. Sponge advised me to go to the Doctor as the cough sounds bad. I agree, sounds like it has a whoop in it and is accompanied by bits of green phlegm. I decided to go the walk in clinic. I saw what can only be described as a witchdoctors mama, who told me to steam it out with olbas oil and hot water as she didn’t think it was a bacterial cough and wasn’t going to prescribe pills. (Even though I’ve had this three weeks? Thanks NHS, why do I bother paying tax?) So following that advice I’m alarmed to report, the cough is worse if anything and my nose has also blocked and I’m sneezing everywhere. I’ve phoned works sickline and booked an appointment with my GP tomorrow. I hope they’re a tad more pharmaceutical that tribal.
As if this past two weeks haven’t been bad enough we lose another shining star, Alan Rickman. I have enjoyed him in so many films, from when I first saw him in Die Hard, right the way through to the Harry Potter franchise.
Once again Cancer has taken a hero from us, once again 69 years old. This has been a sad two years for showbiz icons. Bless you all.
http://www.theguardian.com/film/2016/jan/14/alan-rickman-giant-of-british-film-and-theatre-dies-at-69?CMP=share_btn_fb
With the release of #BlackStar, I assumed it was a little coincidental that #DavidBowie met his demise so closely to its launch. The producers have confirmed my suspicions in that it was always planned to be his farewell album! What a lovely thing to do for his fans. I further wondered how many of his closest friends knew this secret, and realised he was about to meet his demise! Rock on peace David, next time it thunders I was to hear you singing Under Pressure through the crashes with Freddie Mercury!
http://zap2it.com/2016/01/david-bowie-planned-final-gift-blackstar-released-goodbye/
Anyone who knows me knows I love #TheWalkingDead or #TWD as the trendys who cannot be passed to type call it. However I’m wondering how much time has elapsed from Rick waking up to season six. Carl has gone from infant to pubic so we must assume it’s no less than two years. Assuming it is two years or more… how come they are still finding edible food during shop/home looting. What’s the shelf life of this shit? Does the squirty cheese Michonne has in season five really stay fresh for 24 months. Being a dairy product, I think not.
Or I could just shut up cos I know its only a show! Shouting out for #David Bowie who has sadly passed away aged 69. Why are all the greats being taken from us? 😦
I just got an email from the NHS quit smoking cronies. It reminded me that 5years and 4days ago I managed to kick this destructive smelly habit. I’d made several unsuccessful attempts over the years and finally managed to quit out of spite for my ‘then’ house share. Things were getting turbulent and we was in a non smoking rented semi detached house.
I had always been a good boy, and gone down to the bottom of the garden to keep the stink out of the house. Or in the garage. However the other person would always stand at the conservatory door blowing smoke out. This is the one thing I can never fathom about other smokers. The smoke itself isn’t the problem. The rancid odour generating by the burning tobacco itself is. And where ever you hold that cigarette, it the epicentre of the stench. So we ended up with a house that began to smell like an ashtray. I could see where it was heading. If the landlord dropped by and smelled it, I’d get dragged into the blame as well. I wasn’t going to have any of this. I ordered my NHS quit kit, and armed with the body repair chart and mouthfuls of extra strong mints, I managed to kill the habit 6th January 2011 by turning it into a healing game. It would be another year and a half before my debts were cleared and I could move out.
The first two weeks were the hardest, however by May I was cycling double figure distances, and three years later over 40 miles! My sense of taste and smell repaired and on the whole , I feel so much better! Quitting smoking is easier than you think, you just need the right motivation and means. Patches, inhalators and ecigarettes will never work. How can you cure yourself of toxins with something containing toxins? Cold turkey, the right help and a genuine will to quit is the best way to succeed. I was ready…. are you?
No not that. I’ve been to Sandwich, the little town in the South of England who’s Earl gave his name to the popular snack centuries ago. Why? Well to reunite with my Uncle Derek, Auntie Doreen, and cousins Sharon and Julie after 33 years of not hearing from them. As discussion unraveled it became apparent that the sanctimonious bitch … Ahem…I mean mother, had quite a lot to do with this. Still, apart from this, we had the most amazing time and required contact with relatives we (I and my youngest and eldest sisters) love very much.
I got praised with being the one that got us all in touch again which felt good. I’m just awaiting to hear mothers reaction if Karen tells her. Big thanks to Sue for arranging this outing and hats off to Phil for driving us 500+ miles today. I urge anybody out there, if you have relatives or friends you haven’t heard from in ages, try to get in touch with them. Whatever the circumstances, if you like them, go for it!
So #Twitter10k for those of you whom arnt aware is that TWITTER are thinking of allowing up to 10,000 characters per tweet rather than the usual 140. Not so much a tweet, more of a wolf’s howl. This means lots of long winded boring tweets but on the other hand does give you ample space to get your message across. Could be cool, could be crap.
#oregonunderattack seems to be trending on TWITTER right now accompanied with this picture.
It kind of got me thinking how even in this day and age just how bad some people really are. I know and understand what this represents, but then started thinking of all other historical wars where lives have been lost and land has been stolen.
I then began to wonder, ” Hold on… I was only born in 1976. Why the bloody Hell do people dig up things from centuries or even millennia ago, to make the people of today look so bad. I agree our ancestors did some evil things but how dare you lay the blame at my feet this day when I wasn’t even born and neither was you…”
History is important, but what matters to us today is the here and now which we are living in. We have such opportunities to make the world a better place. From simply planting a few trees to bring oxygen to the world and homes to wildlife…to raising money to people less fortunate than ourselves.
It’s 2016! We have made it together this far. You and me and everybody else. Dreadful things are still happening today. Let’s focus on stopping them rather than blaming everyone alive today for things that happened centuries before they was even born. Let’s use our intelligence for once in our fucking history and work together as a planet!!
Just to dispel an urban myth. It doesn’t matter how many oranges or garlic you eat or vitaminC pills or you take… if there’s a contagious disease out there, YOU CAN GET IT! While I am happy to accept these may strengthen your immune system for the fight against illness, they don’t make you immune in any way what so ever. Teachers of Britain, you are largely responsible for this miseducation and should leave such branch of knowledge to Doctors who actually know these things. Big thanks to whoever gave me flu this Christmas. Prat.
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