Thanks for well wishes in Nikora thread guys - was a real shock to find out and will rattle a few local sporting communities as he was a very passionate supporter of a few things (not League though - soccer his main passion)
Apart from that, how was your week!!Week from hell for me last week.
Here goes:
1. Work decided to install dash cams in our company cars. Had mine installed last Tuesday. Went to go to work Thursday morning, battery was flat. NRMA guy says the battery was fine, dash cam had drained the power. Charged it up and all was fine. Woke up Saturday morning to go to son's cricket, car won't start. Battery flat again. Got someone to get me a lift to the game. Came back and called NRMA again. This guy bagged the first NRMA guy, said his testing sucked and the battery was ****. Needed replacing. Had to fork out $309 and get it re-imbursed.
2. Woke up Wednesday morning with neck and shoulder soreness. Shrugged it off and took a couple of nurofen. Got worse in the afternoon. No good either on Friday. Went to Physio, diagnosed with strained trapesium muscle, more physio coming. Have not been able to sleep more than a few hours each night because of the pain. Nurofen and Panadol not working. Now looking to get something stronger.
3. Got to cricket (finally) on Saturday morning to find Council had done work on the ground during the week and fenced part of it off. They did not advise anyone. Had the option of going to Seymour Shaw Miranda or make do and have shorter boundaries. We decided to stay. Only good part of the week was that we won but as I said in the cricket thread, the boys decided to change the batting order without telling me and we almost lost.
4. Garage motor door decides not to work on Thursday and mechanic says the door is stuffed and needs a new one. $4,000.
5. Every candidate I had at work decides to either pull out of a job offer, not turn up for interviews, delay start dates, and it goes on and on.
It got to a point where I could not wait until Midnight Sunday so I could start a new week!
Anyway I am still here and surviving!
Hang in there mate. November is unfortunately one of the hardest times to recruit. If you can hold out for another 6 weeks until the new year you should be okWeek from hell for me last week.
Here goes:
1. Work decided to install dash cams in our company cars. Had mine installed last Tuesday. Went to go to work Thursday morning, battery was flat. NRMA guy says the battery was fine, dash cam had drained the power. Charged it up and all was fine. Woke up Saturday morning to go to son's cricket, car won't start. Battery flat again. Got someone to get me a lift to the game. Came back and called NRMA again. This guy bagged the first NRMA guy, said his testing sucked and the battery was ****. Needed replacing. Had to fork out $309 and get it re-imbursed.
2. Woke up Wednesday morning with neck and shoulder soreness. Shrugged it off and took a couple of nurofen. Got worse in the afternoon. No good either on Friday. Went to Physio, diagnosed with strained trapesium muscle, more physio coming. Have not been able to sleep more than a few hours each night because of the pain. Nurofen and Panadol not working. Now looking to get something stronger.
3. Got to cricket (finally) on Saturday morning to find Council had done work on the ground during the week and fenced part of it off. They did not advise anyone. Had the option of going to Seymour Shaw Miranda or make do and have shorter boundaries. We decided to stay. Only good part of the week was that we won but as I said in the cricket thread, the boys decided to change the batting order without telling me and we almost lost.
4. Garage motor door decides not to work on Thursday and mechanic says the door is stuffed and needs a new one. $4,000.
5. Every candidate I had at work decides to either pull out of a job offer, not turn up for interviews, delay start dates, and it goes on and on.
It got to a point where I could not wait until Midnight Sunday so I could start a new week!
Anyway I am still here and surviving!
My listWeek from hell for me last week.
Here goes:
1. Work decided to install dash cams in our company cars. Had mine installed last Tuesday. Went to go to work Thursday morning, battery was flat. NRMA guy says the battery was fine, dash cam had drained the power. Charged it up and all was fine. Woke up Saturday morning to go to son's cricket, car won't start. Battery flat again. Got someone to get me a lift to the game. Came back and called NRMA again. This guy bagged the first NRMA guy, said his testing sucked and the battery was ****. Needed replacing. Had to fork out $309 and get it re-imbursed.
2. Woke up Wednesday morning with neck and shoulder soreness. Shrugged it off and took a couple of nurofen. Got worse in the afternoon. No good either on Friday. Went to Physio, diagnosed with strained trapesium muscle, more physio coming. Have not been able to sleep more than a few hours each night because of the pain. Nurofen and Panadol not working. Now looking to get something stronger.
3. Got to cricket (finally) on Saturday morning to find Council had done work on the ground during the week and fenced part of it off. They did not advise anyone. Had the option of going to Seymour Shaw Miranda or make do and have shorter boundaries. We decided to stay. Only good part of the week was that we won but as I said in the cricket thread, the boys decided to change the batting order without telling me and we almost lost.
4. Garage motor door decides not to work on Thursday and mechanic says the door is stuffed and needs a new one. $4,000.
5. Every candidate I had at work decides to either pull out of a job offer, not turn up for interviews, delay start dates, and it goes on and on.
It got to a point where I could not wait until Midnight Sunday so I could start a new week!
Anyway I am still here and surviving!
Was sounding like an episode of From for a while thereI have to be honest, in view of what some of you guys have been going through lately, it's rather light-hearted stuff.
I've been battling with a bout of fever for the past 4 days. Reasons unknown, drugs prescribed, but the damn thing is a tough opponent. I went through the same thing a couple of months ago. Temperature running as high as 40 degrees for 24+ hours, and while I was starting to see some light at the end of the tunnel, a sudden spike back to 39 degrees last evening. Went to bed early knowing it would be a long night full of sweating, twisting and turning.
And then at some point of the night starts the most ****ed up dream my ****ing brain has ever produced.
After a few early mundane encounters including some broad swearing at me because I couldn't help her do whatever the hell she wanted to, I finally arrived with my wife at an onsen. Great, I like where this is going, so far so good, alas...
I strip down, go to the men's room, and on my way there I end up in a filthy catacomb-like labyrinth I seemingly can't find my way out of, that eventually leads me to the bottom of a huge waste disposal facility where I end up jumping right and left like a madman (now fully clothed by the way, go figure) to avoid all the garbage thrown from the top (and you wouldn't believe some of the stuff that's hurled in my direction). Some guy finally spots me, and ends the ordeal.
I finally escape, only to land in the middle of a police reconstitution in some remote area surrounded by nothing but emptyness. Two Asian-looking cops, sitting at the back of a car, help another one, who's sitting in the passenger's seat, point a gun towards something I can't quite indentify. Okay... But it's not exactly a smooth undertaking. Then I realise that this particular cop is a mannequin they're trying to hold like puppeteers. And they're both swearing (in what sounds like Japanese at first, and then Chinese) because they're two of the most incompetent blokes I've ever seen. As I marvel at how ****ed up the world is, I get in an other car parked nearby and find myself sitting right beside the Chinese Premier!
And as I wonder how this guy can be surrounded with so little security, he looks back at me, to his credit cool as a cucumber, and raises an eyebrow as if to say "Can you believe how stupid these people are?". Don't ask me, mate, my brain's going way to fast for my liking.
I don't overstay my welcome and flee the scene as fast as I can. After a bunch of stuff my brain has already thankfully erased from memory (but it does include a wrestling match at some point), I end up sitting on the lap of Jennifer Aniston, watching fireworks.
I swear I'm not making any of this up.
It might be nicer if she was the one sitting on my lap, but at least my wife's not around and as I count my blessings, the show abruptly stops and the bitch quickly dumps me like an old stinking sock. Which is probably fair considering what I've been through already.
I slowly make my way home... well err... my old home, the one I left 25 years ago, and suddenly find myself in front of a dodgy-looking restaurant (damn, the neighbourhood is not what it used to be) where a few blokes are using blocks of ice they take out of the frames of bicycle wheels to serve to their customers. I don't have time to investigate this interesting idea any further as the alarm clock rings... but I'm down for the count, absolutely spent.
Legs all wobbly, drained of energy, still feverish and sweaty, I muster enough strength to slowly prepare breakfast while the missus tells me to go and ask another doctor (I've seen 2 already in the past 3 days, I think I'm good for a few days).
Another day at home, I've been up for 4 hours already, fever isn't quite gone yet. I reckon, it's going to be a wild ride again tonight.
If some of you guys get a laugh out of this, I guess it'll end up in the '+' column.
Hum... and with Harold Perrineau too. I'll give it a look.Was sounding like an episode of From for a while there![]()
It sounds like how I felt after the round 4 Tigers game last yearI have to be honest, in view of what some of you guys have been going through lately, it's rather light-hearted stuff.
I've been battling with a bout of fever for the past 4 days. Reasons unknown, drugs prescribed, but the damn thing is a tough opponent. I went through the same thing a couple of months ago. Temperature running as high as 40 degrees for 24+ hours, and while I was starting to see some light at the end of the tunnel, a sudden spike back to 39 degrees last evening. Went to bed early knowing it would be a long night full of sweating, twisting and turning.
And then at some point of the night starts the most ****ed up dream my ****ing brain has ever produced.
After a few early mundane encounters including some broad swearing at me because I couldn't help her do whatever the hell she wanted to, I finally arrived with my wife at an onsen. Great, I like where this is going, so far so good, alas...
I strip down, go to the men's room, and on my way there I end up in a filthy catacomb-like labyrinth I seemingly can't find my way out of, that eventually leads me to the bottom of a huge waste disposal facility where I end up jumping right and left like a madman (now fully clothed by the way, go figure) to avoid all the garbage thrown from the top (and you wouldn't believe some of the stuff that's hurled in my direction). Some guy finally spots me, and ends the ordeal.
I finally escape, only to land in the middle of a police reconstitution in some remote area surrounded by nothing but emptyness. Two Asian-looking cops, sitting at the back of a car, help another one, who's sitting in the passenger's seat, point a gun towards something I can't quite indentify. Okay... But it's not exactly a smooth undertaking. Then I realise that this particular cop is a mannequin they're trying to hold like puppeteers. And they're both swearing (in what sounds like Japanese at first, and then Chinese) because they're two of the most incompetent blokes I've ever seen. As I marvel at how ****ed up the world is, I get in an other car parked nearby and find myself sitting right beside the Chinese Premier!
And as I wonder how this guy can be surrounded with so little security, he looks back at me, to his credit cool as a cucumber, and raises an eyebrow as if to say "Can you believe how stupid these people are?". Don't ask me, mate, my brain's going way to fast for my liking.
I don't overstay my welcome and flee the scene as fast as I can. After a bunch of stuff my brain has already thankfully erased from memory (but it does include a wrestling match at some point), I end up sitting on the lap of Jennifer Aniston, watching fireworks.
I swear I'm not making any of this up.
It might be nicer if she was the one sitting on my lap, but at least my wife's not around and as I count my blessings, the show abruptly stops and the bitch quickly dumps me like an old stinking sock. Which is probably fair considering what I've been through already.
I slowly make my way home... well err... my old home, the one I left 25 years ago, and suddenly find myself in front of a dodgy-looking restaurant (damn, the neighbourhood is not what it used to be) where a few blokes are using blocks of ice they take out of the frames of bicycle wheels to serve to their customers. I don't have time to investigate this interesting idea any further as the alarm clock rings... but I'm down for the count, absolutely spent.
Legs all wobbly, drained of energy, still feverish and sweaty, I muster enough strength to slowly prepare breakfast while the missus tells me to go and ask another doctor (I've seen 2 already in the past 3 days, I think I'm good for a few days).
Another day at home, I've been up for 4 hours already, fever isn't quite gone yet. I reckon, it's going to be a wild ride again tonight.
If some of you guys get a laugh out of this, I guess it'll end up in the '+' column.
Amen to that.I love fever dreams. Cheapest trip you’ll ever have.
You were just predicting the future Chad. Ascending to the lofty heights of the Upper ET.I remember when I was younger I’d have these dreams where you were a couple of feet over your bed, hovering. And then you would be transported somewhere else still up above, like I was flying around. It only happened when I had hardly any sleep and was extremely tired.
I thought I was going crazy. But then someone told me they’d had this same sensation too under the same circumstances. And then I read it was officially called Astral travel, a kind of out of body experience. Deadset it was so real.
Happened to me as well. Quite an experience.I remember when I was younger I’d have these dreams where you were a couple of feet over your bed, hovering. And then you would be transported somewhere else still up above, like I was flying around. It only happened when I had hardly any sleep and was extremely tired.
I thought I was going crazy. But then someone told me they’d had this same sensation too under the same circumstances. And then I read it was officially called Astral travel, a kind of out of body experience. Deadset it was so real.
I love dreams. I’ve gotten better at figuring out when I’m in a dream and on the odd occasion I can lean right into it and take control. It’s kind of like a super real videogame. Once you know it’s a dream and there are no limits you can just fly over there, spawn weapons, literally whatever your mind can imagine and I think that is limitless. That **** absolutely fascinates me.Amen to that.
It's truly amazing how our brains work. One half is thinking "What the hell is going on?" and it's like watching a movie that makes no sense whatsoever. Meanwhile the other half is like "Hang on, brother. You haven't seen anything yet." and keeps churning out images after images, scenes after scenes, and you're sucked into a whirlwind you just can't escape from.