So I figured riding in to work might not be the best thing for my fscked up head. During the ride is okay, but once the adrenalin wears off.. urgh. Did catching the Tube make a difference today? Fsck no!

All good until around lunchtime when I chomp down a banana. Still off the booze so I decide to skip the pub and just grab a triple chicken sandwich (with no added bird flu) from Tesco. As soon as I walk down the stairs and out onto the street, my head starts pounding. I can barely walk straight and have to slow down and hug the buildings so I don’t inadvertantly step under a bus. I sit down at a cafe for a couple of minutes before being “moved along”. I might look like a yuppie but I feel like a bum. Back in the office I drop one of the sumitriptan tablets, eat my chicken triple and go downstairs to try and sleep. This time I can’t sleep it off so I eventually give up and go back to my desk. Knew I shouldn’t have eaten anything because now I’m feeling quite sick. Down one of the anti-nausea tablets from the first doctor visit, finish off some work and leave. Make it 100m down the street before unleashing lunch on an unsuspecting garden bed.

Is it classier throwing up in public when wearing a tie?

I’m glad I spent the ?10 on those anti-nausea tablets.. they really worked a treat, if by “really worked a treat” I meant “did abso-farkin-lutely nothing”.

Blah! So I crawl home early from work again and hit the sack for a few hours until Mal calls. We have a quiet night in nursing my head and watching “The Proposition“, an interesting “western” written by Nick Cave set in Australia.

Today (Saturday) was a bit better with no acute migraine, just the usual daily battle with crushing brain pain. Every time I stand up, I have to stay still until the pain goes. Wicked!

The second doctor I saw suggested getting an eye test done. So I coughed up the ?20 for that this morning. I was praying for glasses! At least if my eyes were fscked, it might explain the sudden hell I’ve found myself in.

The result? My eyes are fine. Could be a mild prescription there, but it’d make so little difference, the chick doing the test wouldn’t recommend I get glasses. Back to the drawing board.

She did raise two interesting points: 1. I don’t rest my eyes, like, at all, during the day. 2. The hardcore attacks seem to happen around lunch time so there could be a blood sugar issue here? Looks like I’ll be hanging out on migraine forums for a while..

The rest of the day Mal and I spent laying in the park in Ealing working on our tans.. yeah.. tans! No sh1t! Today was fscking gorgeous!! I actually came home a little bit pink!

Capped the day off with the purchase of a ?60-Oxfam-special Denon amp and over-priced (?12) headphone-rca lead (to connect my ipod) from Dixons. Talk about working over the ipod market! Dixon’s, you suck.

Oh well, back to dosing up on painkillers and watching my social life disappear..

and triptobleeblaahwhateverotran, I still ride safer and faster than most of the cyclists I passed on Uxbridge Rd. tonight. They all paled in comparison to the cock smoker I had to dodge this morning. This dipsh1t was lane splitting.. but he was lane-splitting going the wrong way! Against the three or four lanes of traffic. I only just squeezed between the wrong-way-riding arsehole and the hatchback in the next lane. If I wasn’t so concerned with my own safety I’d have knocked the stupid fsck to the ground. Mind you, he’d probably have been run over and I’d be prosecuted for manslaughter or something. *Sigh*

Work was fun today. Another migraine hit this morning, right after I took the first codeine+paracetamol tablet. I had to go upstairs to access a non-firewalled machine and that trip nearly killed me. I had to leave Dan to access the machine while I ran to the toilet and held in the vomit. My head was pounding so bad that I wondered if I should just forego getting some fresh air and throw myself out the window. Lucky for my fans the window was too small. 🙁

I took one of those funky tablets, the sumitriptan and felt a bit better. Then more codeine and I was feeling tired and a bit ill. I skipped lunch and slept in a spare room for two hours. Returned to my desk I slowly got better through the day, to the point where I actually reasoned that riding home would be more pleasant than catching the tube. When I’m not well, the last place I want to be is a noisy, hot, crowded train – a train passing through stations totally devoid of spew receptacles a.k.a bins. Yeah, thanks to some terrorist fscks, I can’t even get on the tube for fear of having to chunder all over the platform. Okay, so it’s never stopped me before :S 😉 I just felt up to the ride and it did turn out to be more pleasant.

Scoffed a funky vegetarian “Easter Egg” sandwich as soon as I got near Tesco, having skipped lunch to sleep. I love Tesco.

I can’t believe that the single largest consumer of chocolate on Earth (me) is now scared to eat the stuff for fear of triggering another brain implosion. Maybe it’s a diet blessing in disguise? 🙂

I also can’t believe that I’m going to sit out Friday night drinks and two pub crawls.. kill me!

Another saddle arrived. This one is a Selle Italia ProLink (carbon/ti rails) Trans Am (split in the middle). I always wanted to try one of these “vent hole” saddles and I figured because it’s going on my nearly dead GT.. I should go for the fanciest, most wanky piece of saddle engineering I could find! 😀

Instead of getting mashed and listening to some top class techno provided by Mr C Cox, your’s truly decided to suffer another brain implosion. Can you say “FUUUUUUCK!!!”?

A beer and half a pack of Nurofen in a darkened pub and still my head was saying “kill me.. kill me.. kill me..”, so, I bailed on Dan, Renae and Paul, leaving them to sell or give away my precious ticket and headed home. “Die brain DIE!!”

This was the third brain-splitting migraine I’d copped in a week. Not good. After my second visit to the doctor I now have some better drugs: co-dydramol, which is just paracetamol and codeine and Imigran50 which is sumatriptan succinate. Yummy! Unfortunately, I’m now on a self-imposed caffeine, alcohol and “other” ban. Does this mean I’ll skip the Monopoly(tm) pub crawl this weekend? Hmm..

Spent most of easter in bed – some of it “urgh bed” but lots of “mmm bed”. Got blind on Oxford Street – not drunk, that was where the second ‘graine hit. Actually recovered from that one and spent a lovely (yes London weather CAN be lovely) afternoon walking around Regent’s Park with Mal. On another night I tested the Poles and their ability to drink. What can I say? Aussie Aussie Aussie!! Polish vodka ain’t all that! 😛 At least I was still walking at the end of the shot fest, unlike my friendly “wodka.. you must drink” friend. 🙂

Some sad news as well.. Tezz and Genna-Leigh have left lovely London and should be in Melbourne now. We had drinks in the Covent Garden Belushi’s to send Tezz off. Hope you landed with all your bits intact! Come back soon! 🙂

Dan’s News just in!

Cox is playing Get Loaded in the Park this August!

Fri: Grabbed some DVDs and beer and spent the night on the couch with Malwina (aka “Polish Chick” – crazy girl came back for more :P). The new Charlie and the Chocolate Factory really misses out without the proper Oompa-loompa song. Something about “Dogtown” was next. It had skateboards in it, I think.

Sat: Drank lots and fell about while showing Leo, Mei-Ling and Fiona our new place.

Sun: Blue skies and sunshine made today a great day for a wander through Kennsington Gardens, Hyde Park and Green Park. So it was done. We did get rained on once or twice, but just like Melbourne, “give it 10 minutes”. The sun didn’t set until almost 8pm! Bring it on! Summer here is going to fscking ROOOOOCK!!!!! 😀 😀 😀 😀

On Saturday, Leo suggested trying the “Western Way (A40)” instead of Uxbridge Road. I rode home that way tonight and for the first time in a looong while I actually bailed from the route because the traffic was sh1tting me. It was an A road, but combined with the sun shining in my face, numerous fly-overs (London’s hills :)), a head wind, w@nker bus drivers cutting me off, blah blah, etc. it just wasn’t worth the grief. I went back to ol’ faithful Uxbridge.