Congrats to Conor & Sinead on the birth of their new son yesterday at 20:26
Baby weighed in at 6lb 12ozs.
I wonder who won the baby lottery Conor was running???
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Monday, November 13, 2006
Last Word...
I play football every thursday night on the astroturf pitch with a bunch of guys. Its usually a tame enough affair and nothing too dangerous, well except when Greg is there.
Greg is the kind of guy who likes to win. He's well built, kind of a Wayne Rooney build of a guy, and likes to tackle hard.
Footbal starts at 9pm, so I was pondering around the house at 8:30pm wondering will I actually go to football this week, as I'd missed the previous week. I was a bit tired but usually when you get out in the fresh air and run around you'd feel great. Sharon, my wife, didn't want me to play, she was saying ah stay at home with me and we'll watch something nice on the telly, you're too tired to play anyway.
Well I went anyway and I was really enjoying it. We were playing great it was 6 a-side playing on half the pitch. About 45 minutes into the hour of play I was running onto a ball and so was Greg, we kind of hit each other side on with Greg's elbow catching me square in the ribs just under my arm pit on my right side, well I just bounced of him and hit the ground like a rock. I was well and truly winded for a minute or too. I picked myself up and played on, I was a little sore.
Any way its now 11 days since the incident and I decided to go to the doctors today as my ribs were still killing me and I could hardly move at times, sneezing or coughing were agony. The doctor did his thing and checked me out and said I've almost definetly got a fractured rib. He gave me some anti-inflamatories to take care of it but it'll take 4-6 weeks to heal. Anyway just before leaving the doctors Sharon had to get the last word in. Well it wouldn't have happened to you if you stayed at home like I asked you!
Greg is the kind of guy who likes to win. He's well built, kind of a Wayne Rooney build of a guy, and likes to tackle hard.
Footbal starts at 9pm, so I was pondering around the house at 8:30pm wondering will I actually go to football this week, as I'd missed the previous week. I was a bit tired but usually when you get out in the fresh air and run around you'd feel great. Sharon, my wife, didn't want me to play, she was saying ah stay at home with me and we'll watch something nice on the telly, you're too tired to play anyway.
Well I went anyway and I was really enjoying it. We were playing great it was 6 a-side playing on half the pitch. About 45 minutes into the hour of play I was running onto a ball and so was Greg, we kind of hit each other side on with Greg's elbow catching me square in the ribs just under my arm pit on my right side, well I just bounced of him and hit the ground like a rock. I was well and truly winded for a minute or too. I picked myself up and played on, I was a little sore.
Any way its now 11 days since the incident and I decided to go to the doctors today as my ribs were still killing me and I could hardly move at times, sneezing or coughing were agony. The doctor did his thing and checked me out and said I've almost definetly got a fractured rib. He gave me some anti-inflamatories to take care of it but it'll take 4-6 weeks to heal. Anyway just before leaving the doctors Sharon had to get the last word in. Well it wouldn't have happened to you if you stayed at home like I asked you!
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