at least i didn't miss anything!

it was a great game, and i've always been a fan of italy (and brazil, but i pick italy when the two are against each other - i don't actually have any specific reason for this). this year i didn't actually watch any games (aside from argentina vs. mexico), 'cause i couldn't care less. but i was invited to watch the final with the rest of the company, and it was definitely worth it!

i would have enjoyed the game a little more, however, if i hadn't proved myself a paleface a few minutes into the second half. i was sitting awkwardly, and decided to get up when my feet started to tingle.

bad idea. i feinted dead away, and had to be picked up off the floor, nursing a sore head. i'm still feeling a bit woozy, but more than that is the paranoia:

1) my mom and i were discussing (while in canada) the fact that if bloodflow is restricted long enough, it can cause a clot, and in turn cause a stroke

2) i'm completely worried about my slipped disc, as i tend to get pins and needles way more often than i used to (at least, than i remember, and that hardly counts when you don't know it's an important thing to look out for)

so i feel like shit, but at least i managed to get with the programme quite quickly so as to enjoy the rest of the game.

now i'm on my way home. i desperately need to get into bed.