My brain hurts

It's 1:30 in the morning. I've been to bed and can't sleep, so I'm on here instead. What a funny old day it's been. All this stuff about Spurs - the Jol sacking rumours, Ramos and other managers' names being linked and Dimitar Berbatov possibly leaving for Manchester Utd, have all left my head in a complete tizz. Some will say it's only football, but what do they know? The latter 'rumour' is making me feel physically sick. A Berbyless Spurs is not a good Spurs in my opinion.

Anyway, with those emotions in mind, I also had a fantastic experience this afternoon which left me feeling like I was high on drugs or something, details of which I cannot disclose publicly!

Then John phones me from his mobile and tells me that after seeing the doctor, he has been referred straight to the hospital. He has had this horrible cough for two weeks and I urged him to see his GP to get some anti biotics. I was shocked he had to go to the hospital, scared actually. They took his blood and did an x-ray and it looked as though they might keep him in as they'd given him a bed in a ward. However, a couple of hours later he called and said the test results were all clear and that he was coming home. Relief or what?! Apparently, his stomach is producing acid that it then going up his eosphagus. I found an article about it, but it doesn't refer to any coughing. Anyway, he has tablets and has to collect medication from the hospital tomorrow.

http://www.nhsdirect.nhs.uk/articles/article.aspx?articleId=571

I wonder if I'll be able to sleep now. Doubt it. Going to Wembley tomorrow - really looking forward to it. The game will probably be a load of shite but I'm sure it'll be an experience.

Goodnight people.

Over and out.