Parramaniac

I'm a Parramaniac. For the simple and very well thought out reason that when I was small, my older brother had more "Stimrol" chewing gum Parramatta Eels cards than any other team. (Helped that he went for them too).

Who can explain the excitement you have for one team over and against another just because of the jersey that they're wearing?

2010 is looking much more safe than last year, particularly because at this stage in the season, we're not running third last in the competition. Victory was VERY sweet this week over the cheating Storm who robbed us of a premiership in 2009.

One better in 2010 for the Eels? Hopefully so if they can avoid doing liverpool kisses on opposing players. Jarryd Hayne just couldn't help himself this week.

Speechless.

I'm not a big talker. In a conversation, I love sitting back and listening to what other people say, rather than put my own opinion forward.

But when I'm at work I never like to have a quiet moment in my treatment sessions. If I'm not explaining a certain part of human anatomy and the problems that beseige it, or asking about my patient's life, or talking about my life, I think there is something wrong and quickly fill up the space with something of a verbal nature.

One of the joys of being married to Nadine is that we share everything. Including our colds. And this latest one has left me sounding more raspy than Darren Lockyer after a State of Origin. Which has made it quite difficult talking to patients, people on the phone ("this is a shocking phone line" "no, It's my voice!") and anyone in particular.

I expect my voice to return from it's sojourn in the wilderness in the next couple of days. But it does make me realise how much I take for granted my health, and don't thank God enough for having it.