Crook
After venting my spleen at the useless United Nations yesterday morning, I went to bed only to awaken some 4 hours later with crippling stomach pains and heavy reflux in the gullet. Was this meal of Singapore noodles the previous night at the cabbies café in Regent Street to blame ? (Click to enlarge) Whilst it’s my usual order there, sooner or later a joint like that has to nail me.
Briefly I wondered if I was having a mild heart attack then dismissed the thought just as quickly on the realisation I’d passed a medical check-up with flying colours, just a few months ago. So I sat in bed for an hour reading, smoking and drinking tea before lapsing back into a normal sleep till 4.30 pm. Consequently I woke good as gold.
Though bad luck comes in waves. At 2.30 am this morning, after earlier picking up a screw which embedded in the cab’s rear tyre, it gave way just five minutes from the base. Now tyre-changing is one of those jobs which can really bugger someone with a dodgy back. So very carefully, I spent 20 minutes on a 10 minute job gingerly manhandling the operation. Sure enough by the end of the task my lower back was in spasm and threatening to seize.
However as I write this, one hour later, the back aggravation has settled down and feels relatively fine. Testament I guess to a daily light-exercise routine plus some horizontal folk dancing every blue moon. I just thought two health hiccups in the same day was a good chance to complain. Though what's the point in complaining - no one’s listening I tell myself !
"A problem shared is a problem halved" so you're half way fixed already :-))Cheers
Posted by: Ian | January 10, 2005 at 08:11 AM
Thanks Ian, it was really nothing but good for a whinge I figured. Sad really...
Posted by: adrian | January 10, 2005 at 03:49 PM
Poor pumpkin. The Regents Street cafe for cabbies will love you for that. Watch those places. Maybe they need a good checkin' by the Health Department or your local Council or something. For a really rigorous work-out try vertical disco dancing instead.
Posted by: Darlene | January 10, 2005 at 07:11 PM
Darlene, I'm over knee-tremblers...
Posted by: adrian | January 11, 2005 at 06:18 AM
Adrian,
I have myself had a meal few months back after reading about that cabbies cafe in regent Street in one of your post. Usually I used to ignore that joint after gassing up the cab at the service station. The meal was much better then I expected, since I am not that adventurous with food being addicted to Indian curries. Back home I told my aussie room mate about this cafe as he is quite adventuros with food and always looking for such 'value for money' joints. But it took him 5 secs. to figure out the place and he furiously accused the owner of serving him leftovers on one of his (and probably last) visit there and would want to hear anything about it. Since then, I do sometimes have to stop for a ocassional meal but his words do keep lingering in my mind.
Posted by: sanjay | January 14, 2005 at 05:19 AM
Yeah Sanjay, one needs faith to eat there, though to be fair I've done so frequently and safely.
Nice to hear you're back safe from the tsunami zone. Let's do dinner soon.
Posted by: adrian | January 14, 2005 at 06:00 AM