All the best Marc

Thanks Chaps,

Woke up on my birthday with a throbbing pain in my left foot at 3am, thought it may be cramp tried to get back to sleep and tossed and turned for the next hour and a bit with the pain getting worse.

Seriously awake now by 4am with the pain when I didn't need to be up till 5 (and find this hard!) then thought I need to pee, tries to get out of bed and can not stand up.

After funny toilet troubles on one leg and getting down stairs, my better half comes down at 5am and ****s herself as a grown up '40' year old man is next to crying on the floor in the kitchen!

So she still makes me take her and set up for work and then packs me off to hospital... try driving a Transit with a foot the size of, well a swollen foot anyway but I'm lucky it was early and I didn't have to change gear much, obviously Lisa can drive but she found it funny as owt me wincing with a tear in my eye every time I changed up or down a gear, she obviously reminded me she could have drove once we had got to Team Valley if I had mentioned it!

Anyway gets to hospital, thinking it's early I'll get seen pretty quickly unfortunately I've got to suffer the after effects of the previous nights mayhem in Durham and the overspill from Newcastle so sit there for another 3 hours while the cleaner decides that the only area in the waiting room that needs swept again is right under my left foot!

Turns out I have GOUT!

Just turned fecking 40! and on the day I do I have fecking GOUT!

Wouldn't mind but it sounds horrible.

People I speak to tell me it's a rich man's disease.............. but i'm sure it has the wrong person!

Pains going now but feck me, I never want it again, women talk about being in labour, thats nowt, try GOUT for a couple of days............ at least labour including the political party sounds acceptable but GOUT.

Thanks for the best wishes though.

Cheers Lads.

Marc
 
Are you after sympathy or a cigar? When I was a young genius I had the misfortune of having to sit down for 15 mins with this person called a "Careers Advisor" first thing I thought was why hasn't he got a proper job? It's like being a "Breathing Coach"! Told him I wanted to be a vietnam war veteran, which threw him a bit or a gout ridden author, nursing my toes on a caribbean balcony.

You beat me to it Marc.
 
Are you after sympathy or a cigar? When I was a young genius I had the misfortune of having to sit down for 15 mins with this person called a "Careers Advisor" first thing I thought was why hasn't he got a proper job? It's like being a "Breathing Coach"! Told him I wanted to be a vietnam war veteran, which threw him a bit or a gout ridden author, nursing my toes on a caribbean balcony.

You beat me to it Marc.

Toes wise of course :D
 
You haven't got crystals that look pure amber, with a hint of puss coming out out of your toes have you? If so scrape of the residue, it smokes well apparently. ;)
 
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