Paging the CERNisti

I shall be poking around Saturday afternoon. For the rest of you, there
may not be a Sunday morning, or indeed, a Monday. Which is a blessing
in disguise.

Give me a shout, I'm sure you know the score.

 

I give it 5 to 1 on that you don't abstain.



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Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique,

Heh.

Cnut.

I'm having to be good, but I'm not abstaining completely. Thank gawd for
red wine, say I.

Tomorrow should be "fun". I have to wear a blood-pressure monitor for 24
hours. It goes off every 30 minutes during the day, then every hour
during the night. And when they take it off on Friday I get an ECG.

Fucking doctors.

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Honda GL1000K2 (On its hols) Kawasaki ZN1300 Voyager "Oh, Oh, It's so big"
Suzuki TS250 "The Africa Single" Yamaha GTS1000

 

You might want to consider imbibing enough to enhance sleep. When I had
the 24 hour blood-pressure monitor I nearly had a heart attack every
time it kicked in at night. Just finally going off to sleep when buzzzzz
and you wake up with start thinking what the **** is squeezing my arm.

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Pete Fisher said...

Back in the summer of 1999 my eldest daughter and I were undergoing
tests for our heart condition at Papworth Hospital. Part of the tests
involved each of us being fitted with a wireless heart monitor that
consisted of a little black box that hung from our waistband and 5 or 6
pads and straps around our bodies. The tests were to be carried out over
three days and the consultant had told us to stay around the hospital
and have a normal weekend. I'd read a book, watched some TV, chatted
about life the universe and how I missed chocolate and even had a wander
round laughing at the seriously ill people, so I was getting a bit bored
by the middle of the second day. That's when i had the bright idea of
doing something I'd do on any normal sunny Sunday...like going for a
ride on the bike.

I'd ridden my Firestorm to the Hospital because the weather was glorious
and it was parked in the Hospital car-park just below my room. Once
kitted up I went for a gentle bimble. I didn't go loony-toons, kept it
within the speed limit and just enjoyed being out on different roads for
once. In all the time I was out I didn't go any further than 4 miles
from the hospital

When I got back to Papworth I walked past the consultants office and
noticed there was a bit of a flap on. Everyone seemed very concerned
about something, and even more concerned once I came into view. I was
very gently ushered into a room and sat down on a chair. I feared the
worst, my daughter was also in the hospital and her condition is worse
than mine, so I asked if Caz was ok. "She's absolutely fine, we were
really concerned about you" came the reply. It turned out that the
little black box relayed a trace back to a central monitoring unit 24/7.
I didn't know this, I just thought it saved the data down to the box and
it was then uploaded to the monitoring thingy on the consultants desk
once a day.

Apparently the trace had been going mental, it was all over the place
and the staff were getting rather concerned about the way my heart was
behaving. Bearing in mind they knew I had recently left my ex and 3 kids
through a break-up, my eldest daughter was ill and undergoing treatment
for her heart problems, my business was failing and I was planning on
upping sticks to move north, they had reason to believe I was having a
major heart attack somewhere in the hospital. A team was sent to search
the whole hospital and find me, but they couldn't, I was nowhere to be
seen.

My consultant was not a happy man, he said I had wasted their staff's
time by acting like I did. He gave me a proper bollocking. I said I'd
just "had a normal weekend" like he told me to. He spied the keys to the
Firestorm and took them away with him, saying I wasn't to be riding the
bike while these tests were going on. At 10pm that evening I heard a
loud noise, looked out of my window and saw my consultant in leathers
and pulling an Arai helmet on, and then getting on my bike and not his
own Blackbird to go home. I think that was the time my heart trace was
at its most worrying. I was tempted to report the bike stolen, but I
knew I'd get it back in one piece, his Blackbird was very well cared
for.

The next day it was the consultants turn to get a bollocking, and I
didn't hold back one little fucking bit.

 

I've had the autotimed one, which is fine if a little weird, it always
cuts off just when you think it's fucked and going to keep going and
going until you get gangrene. Imo the manual version is worse, some
docs/nurses keep pumping away on the thing until you feel your arm is
about to fall off.
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Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique, Grimly Curmudgeon

<G> It does that.

Cunting thing's clicked into "night" mode now, so at least it'll only go
off once an hour.

Mined Ewe, riding the bike confused the **** out of it.

It was only after I got to work that I read the bit about "Don't drive
with this on". Ho hum.

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WS* GHPOTHUF#24 APOSTLE#14 DLC#1 COFF#20 BOTAFOT#150 HYPO#0(KoTL) IbW#41
SBS#39 OMF#6 Enfield 500 Curry House Racer "The Basmati Rice Burner",
Honda GL1000K2 (On its hols) Kawasaki ZN1300 Voyager "Oh, Oh, It's so big"
Suzuki TS250 "The Africa Single" Yamaha GTS1000

 

The cheeky ****.

Quite fucking right. You have to admire his nerve, though.
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Dave
GS850x2 XS650 SE6a
Every post contains Nutri-Ceramide-R and Pre-Biotics
for your reading pleasure.
Folding@Home Team UKRM
http://vspx27.stanford.edu/cgi-bin/main.py?qtype=teampage&teamnum=47957

 

Indeed. And New Scientist says it's even better for you than before..

Hmm.. they didn't bother with all that malarkey with me - I guess the
difference in our shapes may account for that[1]

Phil.

[1] I'm 6 foot tall and weigh about 12 stone..

 

Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique, Phil Launchbury

I have to say, I'm very impressed with service from the surgery. I've
just got my letter through for the retinal photos at the local hospital
and that's the week after next.

Amazingly the ECG was fine, so it appears I may live long enough to get
Alzheimer's and die from cancer...

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Wicked Uncle Nigel - Podium Placed Ducati Race Engineer

WS* GHPOTHUF#24 APOSTLE#14 DLC#1 COFF#20 BOTAFOT#150 HYPO#0(KoTL) IbW#41
SBS#39 OMF#6 Enfield 500 Curry House Racer "The Basmati Rice Burner",
Honda GL1000K2 (On its hols) Kawasaki ZN1300 Voyager "Oh, Oh, It's so big"
Suzuki TS250 "The Africa Single" Yamaha GTS1000

 

Likewise - I think T2 diabetes is one of the measurables that they get
their performance judged by..

Or hit by a falling satellite.

Phil