Saturday, April 28, 2007
NOTHING BUT GOOD NEWS.......
Knackered again.
But you do get that when you're learning how to walk.
I can't even imagine what a total mong I'll look like when I'm learning to run!
Found myself in desperate need of a nanna nap on Friday after a relatively big week.
I remember when nanna naps were de rigueur in my hospital days.
Every arvo between the last physio session and dinner was power nap time, but now I'm trying to avoid that sort of lethargic behaviour in order to build up stamina.
Friday's nanna nap was particularly content as I had come so tantalisingly close to finding the fish and chip holy grail.
Neale, a mate of mine from my rehab days, who like myself was taken out of motorcycling circulation by an errant motorist, introduced me to his local fish and chippery.
This was the sort of place I have been searching for all this time!
It was a typically humble suburban take away shop specialising in placing food in vats of hot oil, I think it may even have been run by Greeks, which is a bit of a throw back to older days before they sold their shops to Asians.
Their culinary offerings were most satisfactory, in fact pretty much what I was after.
The piece of shark was neither dry or soggy, but somewhere in between, just the way I like it.
You could actually see the layers in the meat as compared to some other pieces I've consumed which had the semblance of piscatorial puree, not dissimilar to fish flavoured baby food.
Wrapping the chunk of deep sea predator was a lovely batter, having the desired structural integrity.
It was not too crispy so as to shatter upon contact with my dental protuberances and send pieces of batter shrapnel into the soft and delicate inside of my mouth at great velocity, but not soggy either so it peels off the flesh like a burns victim's skin.
Even the chippies were right, soft on the inside with a little crunch on the outside.
There was a little basic side salad as part of a deal, which I chose as an option more out of curiosity.
It wasn't much really, but as it doesn't technically fall into the 'fish and chips' category I'm not rating it.
And all this for $7.50!!!!
If I had to be picky I would have to say that the serving could have been a touch bigger, but that's just me being finicky, or greedy.
Oh, and the location was a few suburbs away, so it doesn't fall into the local category for me, but for Neale it's literally just down the road.
Lucky bugger.
Al has been moved into a room with two beds.
This to me is a really good thing because at least now he has someone to annoy.
I know from experience that having a cellmate can be very beneficial.
If they're a good one then you can have someone to talk to
If they're a bad one then you have something to complain about and later down the track look back on the unfortunate experience with a sense of relief.
When I saw Al on Thursday he looked pretty knackered as he had had his vacuum dressing changed on his leg from the last surgery, and was being poked in various places by some girl from pathology who was adamant he contained too much blood, but was having considerable difficulty in extracting it.
It was really good to see him in pain, as he reckoned he could feel his arm and hand throbbing.
This suggests that there is some sort of sensation possibly returning back to the damaged limb.
Only time will tell.
NEWSFLASH!!
Glenn is back for the emerald isle! Judging by the photos his mum Barbara the boy looks to be in good shape.
Hopefully catch up with the bludger soon.
My sis will be following soon.
Yay!
.
But you do get that when you're learning how to walk.
I can't even imagine what a total mong I'll look like when I'm learning to run!
Found myself in desperate need of a nanna nap on Friday after a relatively big week.
I remember when nanna naps were de rigueur in my hospital days.
Every arvo between the last physio session and dinner was power nap time, but now I'm trying to avoid that sort of lethargic behaviour in order to build up stamina.
Friday's nanna nap was particularly content as I had come so tantalisingly close to finding the fish and chip holy grail.
Neale, a mate of mine from my rehab days, who like myself was taken out of motorcycling circulation by an errant motorist, introduced me to his local fish and chippery.
This was the sort of place I have been searching for all this time!
It was a typically humble suburban take away shop specialising in placing food in vats of hot oil, I think it may even have been run by Greeks, which is a bit of a throw back to older days before they sold their shops to Asians.
Their culinary offerings were most satisfactory, in fact pretty much what I was after.
The piece of shark was neither dry or soggy, but somewhere in between, just the way I like it.
You could actually see the layers in the meat as compared to some other pieces I've consumed which had the semblance of piscatorial puree, not dissimilar to fish flavoured baby food.
Wrapping the chunk of deep sea predator was a lovely batter, having the desired structural integrity.
It was not too crispy so as to shatter upon contact with my dental protuberances and send pieces of batter shrapnel into the soft and delicate inside of my mouth at great velocity, but not soggy either so it peels off the flesh like a burns victim's skin.
Even the chippies were right, soft on the inside with a little crunch on the outside.
There was a little basic side salad as part of a deal, which I chose as an option more out of curiosity.
It wasn't much really, but as it doesn't technically fall into the 'fish and chips' category I'm not rating it.
And all this for $7.50!!!!
If I had to be picky I would have to say that the serving could have been a touch bigger, but that's just me being finicky, or greedy.
Oh, and the location was a few suburbs away, so it doesn't fall into the local category for me, but for Neale it's literally just down the road.
Lucky bugger.
Al has been moved into a room with two beds.
This to me is a really good thing because at least now he has someone to annoy.
I know from experience that having a cellmate can be very beneficial.
If they're a good one then you can have someone to talk to
If they're a bad one then you have something to complain about and later down the track look back on the unfortunate experience with a sense of relief.
When I saw Al on Thursday he looked pretty knackered as he had had his vacuum dressing changed on his leg from the last surgery, and was being poked in various places by some girl from pathology who was adamant he contained too much blood, but was having considerable difficulty in extracting it.
It was really good to see him in pain, as he reckoned he could feel his arm and hand throbbing.
This suggests that there is some sort of sensation possibly returning back to the damaged limb.
Only time will tell.
NEWSFLASH!!
Glenn is back for the emerald isle! Judging by the photos his mum Barbara the boy looks to be in good shape.
Hopefully catch up with the bludger soon.
My sis will be following soon.
Yay!
.
