I am not sure where to begin but its been one heck of a roller coaster ride this week. Lets start with the most exciting thing... i.e. Stomach crunching pains that lasted almost 12 hours!
I woke up on Sunday morning with this incredible pain in my abdomen, promptly woke up groggy Mrs Blog and proceeded to whine about the agony i was in...the sweet Mrs Blog tended to me and hoped that it would go away but no nothing i tried seemed to help. I drank a glass of milk...took a pepcid tablet and even had a swig of Milk of Magnesia. In fact it was at this point that i started to be very violently sick in the bathroom. And when i get sick, the whole world had better take notice because its loud, its scary and it sounds like death is upon me.
There were whines, yelps, groans, shouts of Aaahhh shit!, small farts some of which ended up as a small poo! Oh yes, convulsions galore, all orifices were on auto-drive! Oh dear me...i could only wonder what Mrs Blog in Law was thinking sleeping in the living room. I was throwing up milk that had already curded in the stomach and looked a bit like feta cheese. Gross...yeah...you better believe it.
Anyways, this went on for almost 3 hours upon which Mrs Blog insisted we get some medical intervention...so we called up the NHS direct guys and were asked have you taken any pain medication...there i was in writhing in agony thinking...'Dumb ass! Note to self... when in pain...take pain medication!'. Anyways, the nurse was real patient and didn't take the mickey and thank god she didn't cos i would have really let rip.
It got better when i tried to have something to eat...two slices of bread and a cup of black tea. So i managed to get some sleep. It honestly felt as if i was drugged because i was very sleepy through all this drama. It eased up as the day went on and i finally got to see the GP on Monday. Sigh, glad all that is behind me...turns out its something i ate...i suspect its some sukuma wiki's Mrs Blog made a week ago that did me in.
On the Arsenal Front, we only managed a sad draw with lowly Middlesborough. It seems everyone who will play arsenal will employ the same trick...put 10 men behind the ball and hope to counter attack. Its worked well for them so far and thats a worry for us. We got to See Gallas and Baptista in the arsenal colours and they seemed to do ok. The introduction of Tomas Rosicky was a breathe of fresh air and at least he tried to shoot from distance. I am quite curious to see what sort of roll Theo Walcott might play this season, the boy has potential to help us and i hope he will be given a run out sooner rather than later.
We play Manchester United on Sunday and Humberg tomorrow, we have to reign in the mancs if we are to have a chance this season, they are already 10 points clear and this will be an opportunity to bring that gap down to 7 points hopefully... Its curious how the dutch national team manages to get the best out of Van Persie where as we dont...same applies to Rosicky. A rethink perhaps on our part? We wait and see.
Work has been a bitch lately and i've got the motivation of a slave, all the same we got to work so we will pough along...
Yesterday was the fifth anniversary of the September 11th attacks, and boy did they go on and on about it. Blair got shouted down by a protester during his press conference in Lebanon, apparently he said he felt at home about it. Twat! Oh, apparently he went down there to find out if there was anything he could do for them..well Mr Blair...its a bit late don't you think?
Ok then, thats it i need to get back to work...till next week..ta ta.
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