Being the only Arsenal fan in Wales is a big responsibility. When I first moved to Cardiff, things were on the up, we'd won the league unbeaten the year before, and we managed to scrape the FA cup with the most underwhelming performance in a cup final.
Things looked good, although we were losing players (good riddance to Cashley), I could see some kind of plan with different players coming in to strenghten the side. For example, we had Kolo Toure, an obvious transfer would have been Yaya, and this would have solved the problems in central midfield.
Well. 6 years of selling players and the only player still at Arsenal that was in the 2005 FA Cup squad is Van Persie. I saw the line up of for the Sunderland game and only 4 starting players were people who would have been in the squad (not even starters) from last season, and that season was shit too!
Anyway, we won last night away in Marseille, so not all hope lost just yet.
Thursday 20 October 2011
Monday 10 October 2011
Bad day
Today, while playing football, someone kicked the ball so hard into my wang that I got a semi.
Saturday 8 October 2011
NHS Redemption
Do they do it on purpose? It's like they push you over just so they can help you up.
The doctor at the shoulder clinic told me that the physio would get in contact with me, but it would be at least 4 weeks.
3 days later I got a phone call from Chris, my new physio :)
Up until my first appointment all I had to do was one exercise; this was set by the original doctor, leaning over and swinging my arm like a pendulum. It felt a bit silly.
My physiotherepist was called Chris, and she was good, and gave me many exercises to do; stretchy arm curls, weights and stuff too. Anyway after the first date, we arranged the second a week later, and 3 weeks after that the infamous third ;) After that she went a bit cold, and we had a 6 week break, then, without warning after that she dumped me :(
Since then I have had 3 different hospitals contact me saying that I can now go for physio, which seems very silly as I've been discharged.
Anyway, England went out of the world cup today too.
The doctor at the shoulder clinic told me that the physio would get in contact with me, but it would be at least 4 weeks.
3 days later I got a phone call from Chris, my new physio :)
Up until my first appointment all I had to do was one exercise; this was set by the original doctor, leaning over and swinging my arm like a pendulum. It felt a bit silly.
My physiotherepist was called Chris, and she was good, and gave me many exercises to do; stretchy arm curls, weights and stuff too. Anyway after the first date, we arranged the second a week later, and 3 weeks after that the infamous third ;) After that she went a bit cold, and we had a 6 week break, then, without warning after that she dumped me :(
Since then I have had 3 different hospitals contact me saying that I can now go for physio, which seems very silly as I've been discharged.
Anyway, England went out of the world cup today too.
Saturday 1 October 2011
The sinking lure
Since my last post I have been meaning to post an update, but I've been lazy and everytime I started to write something else would distract me.
25th June 2011
I arrived back in the UK and had to go to a wedding in a sling. Then I booked an appointment to see my GP on Monday.
27th June 2011 - One week later
I went to see my GP for my 9.30am appointment, arrived early. Had to wait 45 minutes. She just referred me to the trauma clinic at the hospital, which I went to straight away. Arrived about 11. Had to wait a 1Hr 30minutes to see the doctor, two standard NHS waits in one morning. During the wait I couldn't help but notice that the nurses were checking me out, obviously I thought naughty things about what they might want and when one of them approached me I was quite excited. When she said "nice sling, where did you get it?" I almost jizzed my pants. Seriously. Turns out she was only using me to find out about the French sling I had, we flited a bit, and I was happy for her to use me for information to pass the time. Once I got called to see the doctor I was shown to a bay and the nurse closed the curtain and said the doctor would be right in. He wasn't right in. I waited for 10 minutes before I stuck my head out and asked if I had been forgotten about! About a minute later the doctor came in and started the assessment, he wanted another x-ray (which I didn't get a copy of) for the records, and to check I didn't have any shards of shoulder in the joint. The doctor didn't give me the x-ray, that was given to me by a stammering first year medical student who had been there for about 2 weeks. Good job it was only an x-ray I needed! He only messed it up once. After the doctor had finished assessing the x-ray and was satisfied that I was alright, he said I should see the onsite physio right away, as if I didn't see him then, the wait would be at least 3 weeks... So the doctor went off to find him. Now I know that the NHS aren't slackers, but the physio was just clocking off. At 12:30pm! Missed opportunity. The doctor told me I would be contacted about physio. He then told me about a shoulder clinic that the trauma clinic runs every Tuesday, and that I should go to the next available one. Turns out the next day one was full so I was booked in to the one on the 5th July! By now I was ready to leave, but before I left I asked for a sick note. 3-6 weeks. Jackpot. On the way out I had a quick chat with the nurses who were interested in my foreign sling, and told them how I would have to wait a week for the shoulder clinic. They were having none of it! Went straight to the receptionist and demanded that I be fit in the next day. Next day appointment! Yes please!
28th June 2011
Turns out the shoulder clinic was a massive waste of time, the doctor did show me an excercise to help strengthen my shoulder. Leaning over the table and swinging my arm like a pendulum.
Anyway the highlight of my time off was replaying Ocarina of Time for the first time in years and finding the sinking lure in the fishing game. I also realised that N64's look really bad on 32" TVs.
25th June 2011
I arrived back in the UK and had to go to a wedding in a sling. Then I booked an appointment to see my GP on Monday.
27th June 2011 - One week later
I went to see my GP for my 9.30am appointment, arrived early. Had to wait 45 minutes. She just referred me to the trauma clinic at the hospital, which I went to straight away. Arrived about 11. Had to wait a 1Hr 30minutes to see the doctor, two standard NHS waits in one morning. During the wait I couldn't help but notice that the nurses were checking me out, obviously I thought naughty things about what they might want and when one of them approached me I was quite excited. When she said "nice sling, where did you get it?" I almost jizzed my pants. Seriously. Turns out she was only using me to find out about the French sling I had, we flited a bit, and I was happy for her to use me for information to pass the time. Once I got called to see the doctor I was shown to a bay and the nurse closed the curtain and said the doctor would be right in. He wasn't right in. I waited for 10 minutes before I stuck my head out and asked if I had been forgotten about! About a minute later the doctor came in and started the assessment, he wanted another x-ray (which I didn't get a copy of) for the records, and to check I didn't have any shards of shoulder in the joint. The doctor didn't give me the x-ray, that was given to me by a stammering first year medical student who had been there for about 2 weeks. Good job it was only an x-ray I needed! He only messed it up once. After the doctor had finished assessing the x-ray and was satisfied that I was alright, he said I should see the onsite physio right away, as if I didn't see him then, the wait would be at least 3 weeks... So the doctor went off to find him. Now I know that the NHS aren't slackers, but the physio was just clocking off. At 12:30pm! Missed opportunity. The doctor told me I would be contacted about physio. He then told me about a shoulder clinic that the trauma clinic runs every Tuesday, and that I should go to the next available one. Turns out the next day one was full so I was booked in to the one on the 5th July! By now I was ready to leave, but before I left I asked for a sick note. 3-6 weeks. Jackpot. On the way out I had a quick chat with the nurses who were interested in my foreign sling, and told them how I would have to wait a week for the shoulder clinic. They were having none of it! Went straight to the receptionist and demanded that I be fit in the next day. Next day appointment! Yes please!
28th June 2011
Turns out the shoulder clinic was a massive waste of time, the doctor did show me an excercise to help strengthen my shoulder. Leaning over the table and swinging my arm like a pendulum.
Anyway the highlight of my time off was replaying Ocarina of Time for the first time in years and finding the sinking lure in the fishing game. I also realised that N64's look really bad on 32" TVs.
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