Come on and wring my neck, just like when a rag gets wet

Well the Steelers got beat in the Superbowl but it was a tremendous game so I'm glad I stayed up to watch it. My dad was a Packers fan as well so minded losing to them less than most teams. Didn't even feel that tired after such little sleep when out at the hospital yesterday either. Nothing to report from the hospital really. Everyone is now waiting with baited breath for the 25th to see what progress can be made.

I mentioned before about when I got into American Football but I forgot to mention that in that first year it was on Channel 4 I was off school when the Superbowl came round. I had been off for a good week or so already with Chickenpox and my mum taped the whole game on the sunday night and I lay on the couch watching it, covered in Calamine lotion and joined by Clare who got the pox just after me. I mention this because of something I've been wondering. I don't know if I have an acquired immunity to Chickenpox anymore. If I still had my own immune system then I'd have the immunity that it grants you. I now have Clare's immune system so, knowing fine well that I had given her the pox, and that she will have immunity, I wonder whether I have all the immunities that Clare picked up prior to the transplant.

It's a question that comes up because lots of my friends have young kids and they don't know whether they can visit if they've been exposed. Probably best to err on the side of caution really.

Another thing that comes to mind from that first Superbowl I watched was that my mum had just set the tape running and gone to bed meaning I got to watch whatever was on straight after it. This happened to be the Stephen King movie Carrie. Almost certainly not a film you want an 8 year old watching but she kept pottering about doing all the myriad tasks that mothers do when there's at least relative calm about the house, so she didn't notice what I was watching. The final scene frightened the absolute bejesus out of me and still shocks me even though I know what's coming. The same is true of the musical Blood Brothers - I know what's coming but still jump out my skin when it actually does.