Vegas & The Aftermath - Diary

[Laxie]

GO TO THE DOCTOR.

(I'm not reading any more of this thread until you go)

OK, I'm still reading it, but NOT a happy bunny!!!

Tomorrow, I go home, & I've decided to go & see the quack.

you just make sure you do.  going to see the doctor is not a sign of weakness - they're there to help you get better.

/lecture

Don't try to change the subject Mr.  Today is that tomorrow you were talking about, so GET IT DONE!!!

ffs I said until play has finished for the night...

Anyway UL.. and go to the bloddy docs in the morning

Tomorrow, I go home, & I've decided to go & see the quack.

Too many people who care saying the same thing, so why are you sat here planning a trip to Vegas in October?!  You might be too ill to even make the trip if you don't get yer backside to the doctor.  Where's me whip?! 

[ripple11]

......not sure what its like north of the Watford Gap, but in London to get a same day appointment you usually have to ring first thing in the morning (if you get through!), otherwise they offer you something in 3 weeks!!??

[Royal Flush]

I notice how you legged it without paying out on the LL!

Good move Kendall, good move.

I had great fun today myself, sharing a table with Moorman for about 6hrs was quality fun

Yeah, sorry - I scuttled out sharpish, Post-Exit, tail between legs. I'll be back Saturday & or Sunday, to settle you up, & Rail you to the victory.

You really should play Live more.

Tell us about that Q-8 hand......

Fields in GPT's are super soft, that's all there is to that hand really, lol

[tikay]

I'm slightly embarrassed about this Doctor thing.

I wrte a Diary, fairly honest (as much as decorum allows), & so my recent malaise has been included in the Diary. Now there's a thread about it in the Lounge, I got 6 or 7 Texts & as many PM's today, all "go to the Doc's" sorta thing.

Please understand, I don't want sympathy, or attention, it's just a Diary factoid. But I'm very grateful for everyone's concern.

I am a bit hermit-ish by nature, a happily solitary soul, & don't even have a Doctor, (not since I was a teenager) as I've been very lucky with my health. Also, I "think positive", as the mind, & the body, are great healers if left to their own devices, the main thing being to think positive, & not "give in" to little health issues. I never had a day's sick in 40 years at work - that's the power of not wanting to yield.

However, I've suffered my whole life from - if you pardon the Latin expression - cranium adheve rise analism. It's incurable.

If I'm in a strange town, & get lost, I refuse to ask anyone the way. I just can't do it.

So, this morning, I had to ring the quack, & it was like a frozen computer screen - I could not do it, all my systems froze. I planned to ring him at 9am - ooh, I'll just go get a coffee first. Now I'll ring - no, wait, let's have a sandwich first. I left Luton at 11am, & I was almost home before I managed to make the call. Afterwards though, I was so proud of myself.

Anyway, I eventually did the deed & rung the quack, & all is well, or soon will be.

[cia260895]

I'm slightly embarrassed about this Doctor thing.

I wrte a Diary, fairly honest (as much as decorum allows), & so my recent malaise has been included in the Diary. Now there's a thread about it in the Lounge, I got 6 or 7 Texts & as many PM's today, all "go to the Doc's" sorta thing.

Please understand, I don't want sympathy, or attention, it's just a Diary factoid. But I'm very grateful for everyone's concern.

I am a bit hermit-ish by nature, a happily solitary soul, & don't even have a Doctor, (not since I was a teenager) as I've been very lucky with my health. Also, I "think positive", as the mind, & the body, are great healers if left to their own devices, the main thing being to think positive, & not "give in" to little health issues. I never had a day's sick in 40 years at work - that's the power of not wanting to yield.

However, I've suffered my whole life from - if you pardon the Latin expression - cranium adheve rise analism. It's incurable.

If I'm in a strange town, & get lost, I refuse to ask anyone the way. I just can't do it. 

So, this morning, I had to ring the quack, & it was like a frozen computer screen - I could not do it, all my systems froze. I planned to ring him at 9am - ooh, I'll just go get a coffee first. Now I'll ring - no, wait, let's have a sandwich first. I left Luton at 11am, & I was almost home before I managed to make the call. Afterwards though, I was so proud of myself.

Anyway, I eventually did the deed & rung the quack, & all is well, or soon will be.

what man does?

good to hear your  gonna be ok

[EvilPie]

I'm slightly embarrassed about this Doctor thing.

I wrte a Diary, fairly honest (as much as decorum allows), & so my recent malaise has been included in the Diary. Now there's a thread about it in the Lounge, I got 6 or 7 Texts & as many PM's today, all "go to the Doc's" sorta thing.

Please understand, I don't want sympathy, or attention, it's just a Diary factoid. But I'm very grateful for everyone's concern.

I am a bit hermit-ish by nature, a happily solitary soul, & don't even have a Doctor, (not since I was a teenager) as I've been very lucky with my health. Also, I "think positive", as the mind, & the body, are great healers if left to their own devices, the main thing being to think positive, & not "give in" to little health issues. I never had a day's sick in 40 years at work - that's the power of not wanting to yield.

However, I've suffered my whole life from - if you pardon the Latin expression - cranium adheve rise analism. It's incurable.

If I'm in a strange town, & get lost, I refuse to ask anyone the way. I just can't do it.

So, this morning, I had to ring the quack, & it was like a frozen computer screen - I could not do it, all my systems froze. I planned to ring him at 9am - ooh, I'll just go get a coffee first. Now I'll ring - no, wait, let's have a sandwich first. I left Luton at 11am, & I was almost home before I managed to make the call. Afterwards though, I was so proud of myself.

Anyway, I eventually did the deed & rung the quack, & all is well, or soon will be.

Well done for facing up to it mate. Not everyone realises how difficult that can be.

I have a similar problem to be honest. I'd have to have half my leg hanging off before I'd even consider the quacks.

"It's just a scratch. It'll be ok in a day or two"

 

[Dingdell]

I'm slightly embarrassed about this Doctor thing.

I wrte a Diary, fairly honest (as much as decorum allows), & so my recent malaise has been included in the Diary. Now there's a thread about it in the Lounge, I got 6 or 7 Texts & as many PM's today, all "go to the Doc's" sorta thing.

Please understand, I don't want sympathy, or attention, it's just a Diary factoid. But I'm very grateful for everyone's concern.

I am a bit hermit-ish by nature, a happily solitary soul, & don't even have a Doctor, (not since I was a teenager) as I've been very lucky with my health. Also, I "think positive", as the mind, & the body, are great healers if left to their own devices, the main thing being to think positive, & not "give in" to little health issues. I never had a day's sick in 40 years at work - that's the power of not wanting to yield.

However, I've suffered my whole life from - if you pardon the Latin expression - cranium adheve rise analism. It's incurable.

If I'm in a strange town, & get lost, I refuse to ask anyone the way. I just can't do it.

So, this morning, I had to ring the quack, & it was like a frozen computer screen - I could not do it, all my systems froze. I planned to ring him at 9am - ooh, I'll just go get a coffee first. Now I'll ring - no, wait, let's have a sandwich first. I left Luton at 11am, & I was almost home before I managed to make the call. Afterwards though, I was so proud of myself.

Anyway, I eventually did the deed & rung the quack, & all is well, or soon will be.

Well done for facing up to it mate. Not everyone realises how difficult that can be.

I have a similar problem to be honest. I'd have to have half my leg hanging off before I'd even consider the quacks.

"It's just a scratch. It'll be ok in a day or two"

 

Why is that? Are all men the same? I don't understand. If your leg is hanging off an elastoplast isn't going to do the job.
It puzzles me that men are so stubborn when it comes to health and directions.

Whenever I arrested a man for kerb crawling he would always say he was asking the prostitute for directions - which always made us laugh. Whenever I caught my ex with ladies of the night he was waiting for his change....

So explain please - why can't men ask for directions or a doctors appointment?

[cia260895]

admittance of failure,

dont have the doctor prob but am dammed if ill ever ask for directions

[tikay]

Flushy's sig tickled me.

Sundays are for Church, not poker!

I worked for John Kirkland, OBE, for 20 years, & he was - is - Europe's greatest living businessman, right up there with the sage of Omaha, Warrren Buffett.

JNK - as we called him - (John Nigel Kirkland, his father was Chairman of Derby County, as was JNK for a while, & it was John's father who canned Cloughie) taught me so much about life, business, & most of all, managing people, helping them get the very best out of themselves. He did that to me, too, & he turned a plodder into, well, a fast plodder.

Anyway, when we had Board Meetings - I was a Director of 7 Companies in his Group, as well as being MD of "mine", so I went to about two a week - the funniest thing was when JNK asked someone "so, David, when will (whatever) be done?", & they answered, "next week - I hope".

And it was that "I hope" bit that sent us all running for cover. John would almost choke on his ciggie, go bright red, puff himself up - he was barely 5' tall - & explode with anger.

"Hope? HOPE? Hope is for fu**ing Chutrches, don't give me fu**ing Hope EVER."

The word "Hope" was best avoided in his hearing.

I once lost £4 million on a Contract, & had to go & see him, to fess up. He was as good as gold, not fussed about the loss, only "did we learn from it?", & "how can we minimise or recover the loss?".

And I got it spot on. "Sorry John, the Barnsley deal has gone tits up, we are £4 mill down".

"Hmm, right, any way of recovering any of it?"

"Well John, I hope so".

Oops. It was going so well unil then.

"You daft bugger, don't ever say that word to me again. You hear?"

"Sorry John".

"And stop sulking, you're not a girl".

"Sorry John".

"And stop saying sorry".

"Sorry - I mean OK".

"Good lad".

"Thanks John".

"No worries, I know it'll not happen again".

"Let's hope not".

Oh bugger.......

[tikay]

I'm slightly embarrassed about this Doctor thing.

I wrte a Diary, fairly honest (as much as decorum allows), & so my recent malaise has been included in the Diary. Now there's a thread about it in the Lounge, I got 6 or 7 Texts & as many PM's today, all "go to the Doc's" sorta thing.

Please understand, I don't want sympathy, or attention, it's just a Diary factoid. But I'm very grateful for everyone's concern.

I am a bit hermit-ish by nature, a happily solitary soul, & don't even have a Doctor, (not since I was a teenager) as I've been very lucky with my health. Also, I "think positive", as the mind, & the body, are great healers if left to their own devices, the main thing being to think positive, & not "give in" to little health issues. I never had a day's sick in 40 years at work - that's the power of not wanting to yield.

However, I've suffered my whole life from - if you pardon the Latin expression - cranium adheve rise analism. It's incurable.

If I'm in a strange town, & get lost, I refuse to ask anyone the way. I just can't do it.

So, this morning, I had to ring the quack, & it was like a frozen computer screen - I could not do it, all my systems froze. I planned to ring him at 9am - ooh, I'll just go get a coffee first. Now I'll ring - no, wait, let's have a sandwich first. I left Luton at 11am, & I was almost home before I managed to make the call. Afterwards though, I was so proud of myself.

Anyway, I eventually did the deed & rung the quack, & all is well, or soon will be.

Well done for facing up to it mate. Not everyone realises how difficult that can be.

I have a similar problem to be honest. I'd have to have half my leg hanging off before I'd even consider the quacks.

"It's just a scratch. It'll be ok in a day or two"

 

Why is that? Are all men the same? I don't understand. If your leg is hanging off an elastoplast isn't going to do the job.
It puzzles me that men are so stubborn when it comes to health and directions.

Whenever I arrested a man for kerb crawling he would always say he was asking the prostitute for directions - which always made us laugh. Whenever I caught my ex with ladies of the night he was waiting for his change....

So explain please - why can't men ask for directions or a doctors appointment?

Women. They just don't understand. Ask for directions? What? You jest. No man worth his salt would ever stoop so low.

[Newmanseye]

Flushy's sig tickled me.

Sundays are for Church, not poker!

I worked for John Kirkland, OBE, for 20 years, & he was - is - Europe's greatest living businessman, right up there with the sage of Omaha, Warrren Buffett.

JNK - as we called him - (John Nigel Kirkland, his father was Chairman of Derby County, as was JNK for a while, & it was John's father who canned Cloughie) taught me so much about life, business, & most of all, managing people, helping them get the very best out of themselves. He did that to me, too, & he turned a plodder into, well, a fast plodder.

Anyway, when we had Board Meetings - I was a Director of 7 Companies in his Group, as well as being MD of "mine", so I went to about two a week - the funniest thing was when JNK asked someone "so, David, when will (whatever) be done?", & they answered, "next week - I hope".

And it was that "I hope" bit that sent us all running for cover. John would almost choke on his ciggie, go bright red, puff himself up - he was barely 5' tall - & explode with anger.

"Hope? HOPE? Hope is for fu**ing Chutrches, don't give me fu**ing Hope EVER."

The word "Hope" was best avoided in his hearing.

I once lost £4 million on a Contract, & had to go & see him, to fess up. He was as good as gold, not fussed about the loss, only "did we learn from it?", & "how can we minimise or recover the loss?".

And I got it spot on. "Sorry John, the Barnsley deal has gone tits up, we are £4 mill down".

"Hmm, right, any way of recovering any of it?"

"Well John, I hope so".

Oops. It was going so well unil then.

"You daft bugger, don't ever say that word to me again. You hear?"

"Sorry John".

"And stop sulking, you're not a girl".

"Sorry John".

"And stop saying sorry".

"Sorry - I mean OK".

"Good lad".

"Thanks John".

"No worries, I know it'll not happen again".

"Let's hope not".

Oh bugger.......

tears streaming, running to the toilet funny!!!!

[the sicilian]

I'm slightly embarrassed about this Doctor thing.

I wrte a Diary, fairly honest (as much as decorum allows), & so my recent malaise has been included in the Diary. Now there's a thread about it in the Lounge, I got 6 or 7 Texts & as many PM's today, all "go to the Doc's" sorta thing.

Please understand, I don't want sympathy, or attention, it's just a Diary factoid. But I'm very grateful for everyone's concern.

I am a bit hermit-ish by nature, a happily solitary soul, & don't even have a Doctor, (not since I was a teenager) as I've been very lucky with my health. Also, I "think positive", as the mind, & the body, are great healers if left to their own devices, the main thing being to think positive, & not "give in" to little health issues. I never had a day's sick in 40 years at work - that's the power of not wanting to yield.

However, I've suffered my whole life from - if you pardon the Latin expression - cranium adheve rise analism. It's incurable.

If I'm in a strange town, & get lost, I refuse to ask anyone the way. I just can't do it.

So, this morning, I had to ring the quack, & it was like a frozen computer screen - I could not do it, all my systems froze. I planned to ring him at 9am - ooh, I'll just go get a coffee first. Now I'll ring - no, wait, let's have a sandwich first. I left Luton at 11am, & I was almost home before I managed to make the call. Afterwards though, I was so proud of myself.

Anyway, I eventually did the deed & rung the quack, & all is well, or soon will be.

Well done for facing up to it mate. Not everyone realises how difficult that can be.

I have a similar problem to be honest. I'd have to have half my leg hanging off before I'd even consider the quacks.

"It's just a scratch. It'll be ok in a day or two"

 

Why is that? Are all men the same? I don't understand. If your leg is hanging off an elastoplast isn't going to do the job.
It puzzles me that men are so stubborn when it comes to health and directions.

Whenever I arrested a man for kerb crawling he would always say he was asking the prostitute for directions - which always made us laugh. Whenever I caught my ex with ladies of the night he was waiting for his change....

So explain please - why can't men ask for directions or a doctors appointment?

We cant get in the doctors cos its full of women..

As a young lad my grandad got lost taking me to an away football match...so biting the bullett he stopped a woman carrying shopping to ask the way..
'sure she said its not far..i'll tell you what i can show you if you like and in she jumps with me ordered to the rear seat'

.... can u see it coming..can yer..can yer

15 minutes of lefts and rights later she stops us.. ' just up there and right ' she says and hops out..

just up there and right was still bloody lost..and my grandad never asked for directions again

[tikay]

I got my prescription this morning, went into Town & cashed it, & I'm up & away with the tablets now.

I had decided on a restful weekend, maybe pop down to Luton to Rail a few pals - go Flushy & Dana! - but decided, in the end, to just rest up.

I've got two (overdue) Sky Blogs to write, & the first of a 14 part daily Blog for the Sky Poker Games. (Their Olympics-based Promotion). And a bunch of heavy, & awkward, e-Mails to sort out & write. And the SPT (Sky Poker Tour) to put the finishing touches to.

So, a quiet day at home was the decision eventually.

Until.......

Minutes ago, I got a call from the Studio, Michelle is unwell, can I go down & do Tonight's Show? No problem. As a Presenter. Oops - Presenting is not something I've ever done, I'm always the Amateur Pundit, Presenting is much, much, different, & much more taxing. And I know I'll be pisch. Ah well, at least it can go on my TV CV - "Presented a Live TV Show. Made complete cock of himself".

OK, it's 3 hours South, gotta go. I guess I'll have to write a script, too - never done that before, either, but it's part of the Presenter's Remit. Ah well, we'll get by somehow. Sky Poker meets "and now for something completely different".

4/6 I make a complete pigs ear of it.

Have a good day, I'll be back tomorrow.

[MANTIS01]

Last month I was in Cambridge and got lost, so I got out of the car to ask this guy for directions. I said "Excuse me" and the guy ran away. WTF. Properly bolted up the high street he did. I can't get this image out of my mind. Why would you run away? If I was wielding an axe above my head his response would have been appropriate, but running away because someone said hello is quite an astonishing reaction. I don't know why we even bother to ask for directions anyway. The guy who eventually helped me sounded like the teacher from Charlie Brown...whhhaaapp whhhappp, and even though I repeated his directions back to him word for word when I got back into the car I didn't have a fecking clue what he just said. Asking for directions is a pointless exercise imo.

[Dingdell]

Can I just say I'm loving this photo taken of Tikay in Vegas this year.
Back to the camera - showing his best side!