As you probably know already I was down and out with appendicitis in February, rough time blah blah but it's over now. Or is it... I was enjoying a leisurely stroll around the Natural History Museum in London and apparently I can do fuck all without setting it off again. So after a brief and not at all enjoyable trip to the doctor last night I've been told to ease of exercise, spicy and fried food and have a very lazy weekend. Thus no more Chinese food for Conor and no more running for Conor. Not only that but he has 5 essays to do over the next three weeks. Life's a beach.
London was awesome though. It's the first time I've really been there since I was about 10. The Imperial War Museum was probably my favourite part (got to show Sarah up on my knowledge of WWII tanks and equipment). Did all the usual site seeing business so the only real let down was the hotel. Managed to get a burger in a place recommended to me by Esquire - Bryon - if you ever get a chance head there for some awesome eats.
More bad news. I got a letter yesterday giving me a roundabout date for my surgery. 13th of April which was a good two weeks later than I'd hoped. Difference is I'm going to a fancy private hospital this time. I should only be in for about 4 days but the recovery period is likely to be up to 2 weeks for normal walking and somewhere between 4-6 weeks for sporting recovery. This means I will have effectively missed my whole season. I'm absolutely devastated over the whole thing but no one seems to understand why. I guess it's because I've wanted to play for nearly 3 years and I felt I had just found my place on the team when I went down. Reality is: back probably to watch the Cork game on 22 May and hopefully playing by 11 June against the Dragons. So UCD football do me a favour - destroy Limerick this weekend - I need you to get to the playoffs.
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