Prescription Meds

Well it's a new week and my flu has now nicely settled in. Exactly four days before my bachelor's party. Determined not to be sick on Saturday I went to the Doc yesterday afternoon with one simple instruction: "Make me better. Quickly." Needless to say she has prescribed enough medication to treat most of the people living in sub Sahara Africa. I'll be surprised if I ever get sick again after I finish the course of meds she's got me on.

As it is I'm not the biggest pill popper in the world, in fact I would rather cough and sneeze myself to a gradual recovery than take pharmaceuticals, however as time is of the essence I have resorted to a daily dose of pills which for the next four days take the place of dinner.

Change of subject, I have slowly begun following more and more blogs as time has passed and especially since starting my own. I do this for a few reasons, but mainly for inspiration, as a good few bloggers that I follow have become authors of their own books, which often follow the theme of their blogs. Not that I want to publish a book. Ok maybe one day, but I follow them more for their style of writing and as mentioned for inspiration.

Once such blog I came across recently is entitled Bete de Jour which is a blogger's recording of his day to day life as a ugly man and ultimately his search for love whilst fighting his feelings of inadequacy. Not only is this a funny journey, but also superbly written and very entertaining.

Anyhow looking forward to getting through this week and regaining my health for what I'm sure will be a very interesting weekend.

It's finally happened

Well it's finally happened. I've put it off for nearly a year, proudly fighting it every singe day, smug in the knowledge that I was winning, until today.

Yip it feels like I'm getting flu.

Now before you panic and start jumping to illogical conclusions about my recent travels and the possibility of swine flu, let me ease your mind that overall I feel strong like bull except that right at the back of my throat it feels like there's a little piece of sandpaper that's rubbing against my esophagus. and so I arrived at this office this morning armed with a new tub of Viral Choice (which I swear by, Debs however thinks the only thing they good for is heartburn) and some of those throat lozenges sweets that make your tongue go numb. Which is not a bad thing, except in meetings where the phrase 'tongue tied' takes on a whole new meaning.

I digress, anyway I'm hoping that armed with my vitamins and lozenges I will fight this bug and win. I have to win. At all costs. Why?

Because I have a bachelor party coming up folks and I can't be running around with a box of tissues on my bachelors.

Can you imagine the story:"No there was no strippers or alcohol, but don't worry the abundant supply of Vicks vapour rub made up for it." I don't think so.

To drive to drunk

It's not often that I blog two days in a row, however I had to share this with you.

Last night on my way home from the office, I noticed a green Japanese car in the left lane that was driving a little peculiar. As soon as the robot would turn green this little green machine would crawl off the mark before violently accelerating and then suddenly braking in order to avoid rear ending the car in front.

At first I thought this must be a hormonal young male intent on displaying his bravado in trying to out accelerate all other cars or he was trying to keep up with someone he was following. Then I stopped next to him and saw the real reason for this erratic driving.

Next to me was a white male, approximately early thirties, wearing a jersey that his grandmother must have knitted, sitting in this small green car and he was completely and utterly smashed. He was so drunk that he had a cigarette in his mouth, except he was trying to light the filter, which he eventually got alight, however it took him awhile before realising the whole smoking thing wasn't working and there was a problem. He then proceeded to try and throw the cigarette out the window, except the window was closed.

As the robot changed I drove off and stayed ahead of this gentlemen however keeping an eye on him in the rear view mirror, and I was amazed that despite his swerving across the entire two lane road he never hit another car or payment. When I stopped next to him at the next robot he looked at me, sorry, he tried to focus on me, however after about 15 seconds gave up and shook his head to try and keep awake.

The robot changed and off I drove and eventually he pulled off and the last time I saw him was when I think he collided with a taxi that suddenly stopped in his lane.

Now despite the humour in observing this person it really gets my back up that there are people that try and control a motor vehicle in such a state. Especially in South Africa where we are known for our high mortality rate on our roads.

I know many of us, including myself, have been guilty of driving under the influence, maybe though not to the extent of this gentleman but it still is a common pastime in this country.

Thankfully our law enforcement is starting to catch up with this trend and hopefully we can start seeing a great reduction in the number of casualties and injuries on our roads due to this plague.

Back to reality

Well its been a good few weeks since my last entry and having a look at a few of the other blogs I follow, it seems that my fellow bloggers are also struggling to keep up with regular postings. It may be the cold weather that freezes our creative juices, or it may just be a case of our lives consuming us to the point whereby we don't have time to sit down and post about the experiences in our daily lives.

As I previously mentioned I was off to Monaco and returned on Saturday. "What was it like?" I hear you ask, well I'm not too sure where to begin suffice to say that one blog entry will not do my trip any justice.

Firstly everything you imagine Monaco to be is true. Yes it is unlike any place you will visit and it is everything you see on TV when watching the Monaco GP. I'm not sure if it's because I went in their peak season (August in Europe is their summer holidays) or because I was just loving the perfect summer weather but it really is the place of dreams. It has to be one of the cleanest cities I've visited and also the richest. It truly is the playground of the rich and famous. You see so many yachts and sports cars that after a few days you don't even turn around when another Ferrari drives up the street.

We not only went to Monaco but travelled to various little villages throughout the south of France and the north of Italy, all of them rich in history to the point that time has hardly touched them.

I'm hoping that as I recall my experiences that each one will be a blog subject in its own so that I can try and share these places with you.

but alas I'm now back in reality and back in the office trying to catchup the last week and going into the final stretch of wedding plans. Needless to say the next month will probably be the busiest and quickest I have yet to experience.