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By the way… Childhood…

Forget about Vietnam, Korea, Iraq or WWII or WWI. Bah humbug compared to the biggest and most fearsome one of them all, childhood.

Was discussing injuries with a friend and started making a list of my stitches to my poor head.

1/ Had a snowball fight and some jackass (actually my best friend back then) decided to stuff the snowball with a rock. First trip to hospital.

2/ Air gun pellet hit me in the head, thanks to my bigger brother who thought it would be more fun with a running target and as a smaller brother he was my hero so of course I volunteered. 2nd trip.

3/ As a stupid cocky kid I managed to climb the highest tree and actually went ‘Whoohoo’ in joy so of course I lost grip and fell down. 3rd time a charm. Think the doctor is getting fed up with me.

4/ Croquet club hit me in the head. Me and my friend (yes same one who loaded the snowball) invented a new sport, baseball but with croquet clubs instead. Was real fun until I stood at the wrong place and next thing I know there is a Croquet club swinging and Bang! Hello Dr Anderson.

5/ My brother again but this time he was trying to be nice. Tied my snow sled behind his motorcycle and off we go. Had a blast until the sled freewheeled and I got to see a tree real close.  Now I think the Dr is depending on me to come by so that his commission goes up.

6/ Tripped on my cat and say hello to the wooden banister. Is the doctor grinning?

7/ Last one and this is due to me being epileptic. Quick facts about my epilepsy, I only get it if I’m reading. So I know when its going to happen because I get stuck on one word, usually a really easy word but my brain refuse to let it go so I go back and back and back until I short circuit more or less and then it’s off to wonderland of shakes.

This incident happened in a newspaper store and realised what was going to happen when everything went blurry and I couldn’t talk anymore. The thing I should have done is just to lay down and faint but oh no, in my state I decided I could fight this by trying to leave the shop and get some fresh air. Well I did leave the shop but by walking straight through the shop window. This I don’t remember but got later on told this by the ambulance guy who was amazed that only 3 stitches was needed. Never went back to that shop, so didn’t want to pay for a new shop window. New doctor this time. Think my old doctor has retired due to my stitches bills.

So 7 times stitched up in my head alone. Call me Frankenstein. 🙂

Have a nice Sunday all.

By the way… Smelly armpits…

Thank god it isn’t summertime yet but one of my major gripes going on the tube in rush hour is the point when you are squashed like tuna in a can on the train and the person next to you is holding on with his arms raised. This happened today with a tall man next to me so my nose was stuck in his armpits. So wished I could be as tall as Shaq O’Neil.

There is a reason why deodrant was invented, so that I don’t have to smell those armpits.

Think I’ll bring some deodrant with me ony next journey. Until then have a nice Saturday all.

By the way… Coffee…

I’m a massive coffee drinker. Have been drinking coffee since I was 14 and yes, had a few headaches but that went away with water for me. Nowadays I only know myself to be drinking the amount I do.

My coffee schedule:
7am: coffee when I wake up
8am: Starbucks at the train station
9.30: coffee at work
Around 12: coffee with my lunch
13.00: coffee while on the way to my desk
15.00/16.00: last cuppa at work
19.00: coffee at home
22.00: last cuppa

And this is moderate schedule for me, happens that I exceed 10 a day. But no problem sleeping, actually if I don’t have that last cup I can’t sleep. Weird but true.

Realised this due to this bloggers problem to liking coffee. lazy Laura Maisey. Happy Friday all..

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