― MarkH, Monday, 25 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― N., Monday, 25 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
my friend got sent to the hospital for a swelling on her leg: very sceptical herself — not least because her GP has to be reminded she isn't actually a man every time she sees him — she was seen by a Nigerian who she liked, possibly because he said (after the x- ray) was "The only thing I can think to say is that your legs are very tasty..."
― mark s, Monday, 25 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Queen G, Monday, 25 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Queen G, Tuesday, 26 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Mark C, Tuesday, 26 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― CarsmileSteve, Sunday, 31 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― MarkH, Monday, 1 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― mark s, Monday, 1 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― RickyT, Monday, 1 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― anthony, Monday, 1 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Dan Perry, Monday, 1 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Mitch Lastnamewithheld, Monday, 1 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tracer Hand, Monday, 1 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
(painful tube insertion = "handy" => mark s = estate agent?)
― Graham, Monday, 1 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Am glad that you are OK though, and getting good rest - take care
― Queen G, Monday, 1 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Monday, 1 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― MarkH, Tuesday, 2 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― katie, Tuesday, 2 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
don't worry, Katie, no chance of that. I don't suppose I'll want to be at home very much at all when all the stuff arrives (which includes 1,000 Cds apparently, which seems thrilling in theory but I find it hard to believe that my musical taste corresponds very much with a 70 year old man and his 80 year old wife!). This house is already a rest home for old computers and the elephant's graveyard for assorted artefacts. We even have a hostess trolley for goodness sake! The thought of anything else arriving fills me with real dread; will there be room for those essential things like EATING and SLEEPING I wonder? Doubt it, which is why I intend to spend as much time in the pub as possible as soon as I'm off these curséd antibiotics.
which incidentally are HUGE! Blue capsules of something called cefradine which are 2.6cm long. This may not sound much......until you have to swallow it! "Take with plenty of water" says the label; yeah, you're not kidding!
― Sarah, Tuesday, 2 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Dan Perry, Tuesday, 2 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Queen G, Tuesday, 2 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)