howie’s halfpipe

I’m tired

I don’t think I’m allowed to sell myself to scientific experimentation, I think some people around me might be opposed to the idea. But that doesn’t mean I cant perform self inflicted experiments on my body.

Today I decided to experiment with my bladder.

When I woke up this morning, instead of my normal routine of doing my morning wee and then having a shower I decided to hold in the morning wee for as long as possible. To see how long I could go without wee-ing. Being in the shower was tough, the running water gave me pains. But I powered through like the buff man that I am.

Anyway the result was that I lasted until 2:45pm this afternoon. I couldn’t hold it any longer. But well played I reckon.

I might try and beat that record some other day soon.

That’s all.

I just realised something.

You know how on TV ads for Aid organisations they say things like “100,000,000 people live on less than $1 a day”. And you think to yourself, Man thats really bad i should help. But then at the end of the add they say “you can help by sponsoring a child and all it will cost you is less than $1 a day”

I’m gonna start my own Aid organisation witha simailar add “100,000,000 live on less than $1 a day, you can help change this and all it will cost you is $78 a day” Call now!”

damn shame poverty.

Jennys‘ are good, Unfortunalty i dont want to share her with anyone. But just take my word for it, she’s the bomb!

if i was a bottle of wine people would say “that howie is a good drop, really matured well”

Mil and Martin are having party pies and sausage rolls and wedges at their wedding.

so much the bomb.

Oh and maybe nuggets.

I have a new addition to my dream job list.

I would like to work as a crane driver on big building sites. Cause you get to climb up the crane and sit in a little booth, oh so fun.

And you get to wear a helmet and an orange vest

I hope when i’m famous that lego brings out a howie series

first day back at work. One quite full day at work, now i’m going to go and colapse in the corner for 73 years.

last night jenny and i went and visited tomato and libby.

This time on the way home there was no car crash.

nice

Ladies and Gentlemen please go to the kitchen and pop into the toaster 2 bits of fresh bread. And join me in toasting Scott and Bec on the announcment of their engagment to each other.

aint love grand.

Well played Scott and Bec.

If this post doenst warrent me an invite to the wedding then its all over, i’ll tell her scott, i’ll tell her the truth.

is it possible to have sexy arm pits ?

After physio today i finnally got my blood test results.
As it turns ut i dont have glandular fever, but i have had it recently they said, just without me realising. Might explain why i’m always so tired and sick. Anyway they reckon i probably gave it to jenny.
And just the other thing of an infection in my throat and lungs.
I’m fine.

Now i’m getting physio so that my back can be all better, casue quite frankly by back is a dog. On Wednesday when i went to physio i had a different physio, i had this guy who i reckon was about 12 years of age. Anyway we went through the normal rituals of hello and then i had to take my shirt off and lay down. Now normally the physio then gives me a bit of a massage and feels around for any tender muscles. This guy grabs the back of my pants and pulls them down a bit, my coin slot is there open for the world to make a donation. I dont know why but it scared the hell out of me. Stuff like that scares me. I’m a very private person when it comes to my body, i can’t handle it if a bathroom door doesnt have a lock. At home i even srtuggle a bit with the opacity of the shower curtain even though the door is bolted shut and no one will come on. So to have some 12 year old boy just pull my dacks down was scary.
Anyway this guy off he goes doing the massage bit, going much lower than i thought he would. Then he rolls me onto my side into the recover position and he begins to twist and strestch by back off. I”m telling you he removed my spine. Thats why i have to go back tomorrow, not cause i need more treatment but bcasue i want my spine back.
Stupid physio, what the hell is physio anyway, you go there becasue you are in pain so what do they do, they give you homework. “Do these excerciees at home, blah blah blah” Its like i’m back at school, having to do homework and come back and see the teacher on Friday. And stupid physio you cant not do the homewrok cause they can tell and they get angry and just give you more homework. You cant even cheat and copy the homework off someone else.

Maybe i’ll get mum to write me a note to get out of physio.

Oh i’m going to be such a grumpy old man…i cant wait

Today Jenny and Debsy picked me up in jenny’s new car. It’s a fun car it even has cup holders for the people in the back seat. We had fun we went to Westfield and debsy did some picture framing and we had lunch in the foodcourt. Very tiring though walking around. Even walking the shortest distances seems to make me tired at the moment.. I guess i am sick.
After Westfield we went back to jenny and debsy’s house and i just layed around all day doing nothing.

I called the doctor place again, and they had found my blood test results, but i had to wait for the doctor to call me to find out what they are.

He hasn’t called yet

The doctor place cant find my blood test results

At the moment i find myself on 4 seperate drugs to try and me me healthy, oh 5 if you include the herbal thing i take for my mum.

anyway i think my body ir reacting a bit to all the incoming pills and puffas and capsules and stuff.

How is my body reacting you may ask?

Well it involves me sitting down a lot on the toilet..is that enough said ?

if you want more info i’m happy to draw a diagram