Day 78
I’ve been in bed all day.
If I was in the sack with two or three of the New York Giants cheerleading squad celebrating yesterday’s Superbowl win, I wouldn’t be complaining, but as I’ve been laid up with the fastest developing cold in medical history I’m not in the best of moods.
It started last night with a mild sore throat. Twenty minutes later I couldn’t speak. By midnight I was sweating like a choirboy in a sauna full of bishops and my entire body was burning up. I feel like every ounce of energy has been removed from my body and all I want to do is lie there and groan.
The wife didn’t give me a tremendous amount of sympathy, offering instead:
“Give that cold to me and I’ll cut your balls off”
Right now that’s a tempting option…it might stop them aching.
Providing they can be reattached at a later date.
As usual I was kept awake most of the night with Mrs. Snowman’s snoring but it had the advantage of my still being up when she was getting ready for work. She was therefore able to nip out to the all-night chemist and get an armful of medication on my behalf. Several boxes of pills, three bottles of medicine, a box of medicated tissues and some packets of throat lozenges were emptied onto the bed. I started with a few gulps of the most revolting medicine known to man and somehow managed to keep it down by quickly following it with half a bottle of Coke.
Apart from struggling hard to summon the motivation to write this diary entry, my only other activity was to watch the usual crap television programmes that are inflicted on a daytime audience.
I suffered this for just under an hour before deciding my brain would be better off by watching a movie.
I was unable to locate a DVD of cats being humiliated so opted instead for “The Stepford Wives” which cheered me up a bit.
Quite obviously, I didn’t much feel like playing any poker today but persevered nonetheless. The $100 freeroll saw me reach 12,000 chips after most of the field was eliminated. I thought I was in with a real shot when the chip leader went all-in and I called with K-K. He revealed pocket 8’s and sure enough an 8 on the river saw me eliminated.
Typical, being knocked out by Snowmen.
One of my readers has suggested another site with a $400 event that pays the top 90 so hopefully tomorrow will see me enter that one as well.
For obvious reasons, this is a shorter entry than usual as I really need to get some sleep, although I’ll probably end up coughing all night so in some ways I can get my own back on the wife for her snoring activities.
However, there is a brighter note on which I can end.
Mrs. Snowman made one of her curries in the hope it would flush out my system but I had no appetite whatsoever. Before I went to bed I heard Surrogate Daughter and the mother-in-law tucking into it.
Boy oh boy, are they in for a shock.
Starting bank: $0
Current bank: $0
If I was in the sack with two or three of the New York Giants cheerleading squad celebrating yesterday’s Superbowl win, I wouldn’t be complaining, but as I’ve been laid up with the fastest developing cold in medical history I’m not in the best of moods.
It started last night with a mild sore throat. Twenty minutes later I couldn’t speak. By midnight I was sweating like a choirboy in a sauna full of bishops and my entire body was burning up. I feel like every ounce of energy has been removed from my body and all I want to do is lie there and groan.
The wife didn’t give me a tremendous amount of sympathy, offering instead:
“Give that cold to me and I’ll cut your balls off”
Right now that’s a tempting option…it might stop them aching.
Providing they can be reattached at a later date.
As usual I was kept awake most of the night with Mrs. Snowman’s snoring but it had the advantage of my still being up when she was getting ready for work. She was therefore able to nip out to the all-night chemist and get an armful of medication on my behalf. Several boxes of pills, three bottles of medicine, a box of medicated tissues and some packets of throat lozenges were emptied onto the bed. I started with a few gulps of the most revolting medicine known to man and somehow managed to keep it down by quickly following it with half a bottle of Coke.
Apart from struggling hard to summon the motivation to write this diary entry, my only other activity was to watch the usual crap television programmes that are inflicted on a daytime audience.
I suffered this for just under an hour before deciding my brain would be better off by watching a movie.
I was unable to locate a DVD of cats being humiliated so opted instead for “The Stepford Wives” which cheered me up a bit.
Quite obviously, I didn’t much feel like playing any poker today but persevered nonetheless. The $100 freeroll saw me reach 12,000 chips after most of the field was eliminated. I thought I was in with a real shot when the chip leader went all-in and I called with K-K. He revealed pocket 8’s and sure enough an 8 on the river saw me eliminated.
Typical, being knocked out by Snowmen.
One of my readers has suggested another site with a $400 event that pays the top 90 so hopefully tomorrow will see me enter that one as well.
For obvious reasons, this is a shorter entry than usual as I really need to get some sleep, although I’ll probably end up coughing all night so in some ways I can get my own back on the wife for her snoring activities.
However, there is a brighter note on which I can end.
Mrs. Snowman made one of her curries in the hope it would flush out my system but I had no appetite whatsoever. Before I went to bed I heard Surrogate Daughter and the mother-in-law tucking into it.
Boy oh boy, are they in for a shock.
Starting bank: $0
Current bank: $0