I woke up at 4am, having an asthma attack as usual. The only problem this time, was that my ventolin had run out.

I got up, and looked around for any old ones, but of the 3 or 4 that I found, they were all totally empty, not even any propellant left in them.

There was nothing I could do, so I went back to bed, and attempted to get back to sleep, while not really able to breathe.

I managed to get back to sleep, and then was woken by the alarm.

I got up, went and had a shower, and got dressed. This bit of activity was bit much for me, based on the fact that I couldn't breathe.

I went inside, since I hadn't heard Mum go anywhere, I thought she could go to the chemist, and get a ventolin for me, before I died or something.

I took my asthma card with me, that you need when you buy ventolin, and some money, to pay for it.

I found mum, sitting on the computer, talking on the phone. She asked me what I needed, and I said ventolin, and then I went and sat in the loungeroom to wait, while she finished her phone call.

She must have been on the phone to Dad, and asked him about some ventolin, because she came out a couple of minutes later with an old inhaler, that Dad had in his suit pocket.

I took a couple of puffs out of it, gees, it's old, it's the ones with CFC propellant, it tastes different.

She also brought out a seretide inhaler thing. I said that it was a preventer, but she said that Dad had said that it helps.

I took a couple of puffs out of that too.

We went to the doctor after that, I was still out of breath, so Mum spoke to the receptionist for me, I gave her my Medicare card, and I sat down.

While I was waiting to go in, I sent a message to the senior DBA, to find out how he was going, because the removalists are at his place this morning, loading up all his stuff.

He called me back a minute later, and told me that they were nearly finished, and he'd be leaving in about 15 minutes. I told him I was at the doctor at the moment, and that I'd see him in a bit more than an hour.

A few minutes later, I was called in. I explained that I'd had an asthma attack, and not had any ventolin this morning.

The doctor offered to put me on the nebuliser, but I said I was ok now, I figured I just needed a new ventolin, and to get some preventer, so I stop having asthma attacks in the middle of the night, every night.

She listened to my chest with the stethoscope, and then I got a prescription for a couple of ventolin inhalers, a seretide preventer, and some ventolin nebules for the nebuliser (since I've got one).

I was only in there for a few minutes, I couldn't think of anything else I needed to be at the doctor for, and then I took the prescription, and went out.

My brother was still sitting in the waiting room, looking after Mum's handbag, she was outside on the phone, so I collected him, and the bag, and we went outside.

We got in the car, and went to the chemist. I got the prescription filled, had to wait for ages, got it, and they asked me all these dumb questions, have I used seretide before etc.

I know all about the stuff, I just answered the questions, took the medication, and went to the counter.

The other woman at the counter rang it all up, commented on it being expensive, and said that it would probably cost my whole pay.

It was $80. Somehow I don't think that's my whole pay, it's only a bit over an hour's pay.

It was still pretty pricey though, and I don't really need 50 ventolin nebules, about 10 would have been more than enough.

I paid, took the stuff, we went and got back in the car, and went home. I got the nebuliser out of the cupboard, cleaned the mask bits, and sat and used it for 10 minutes.

I didn't really need it, it just made me feel a bit wired now.

I finished getting the stuff together, to take to Maitland, I didn't really have all that much stuff, and no bedding stuff, but an old quilt I was going to take.

Mum brought in a new quilt she'd bought, a double bed one, I think they have a bigger bed these days, so it wouldn't fit on their bed.

There was a quilt cover too, and some towels that she brought in. I grabbed anything else I could think of that I might need, cables etc, and my digital STB.

I waited around for a bit after that, and then the senior DBA turned up, and we frantically chucked all the stuff in the car, because we had to get to Maitland when the removalists got there.

I loaded the receiver, bedding stuff, my backpack, laptop, the nebuliser.

I almost forgot to take my sunglasses, so I ran back inside, grabbed them, and went and jumped in the car.

We left, and drove to the house in Maitland, the removalists were already there.

The owner of the pub came around, opened up the house, and gave both the senior DBA and I a set of keys.

The removalists started unpacking the truck, and the senior DBA and I unloaded the car. He had electrical/computer stuff in the boot, and once I'd grabbed all that out, I waited for the removalists to get the tv stand out.

Once they'd done that, I kept myself busy, setting up the tv stand, with the tv, my receiver, the xbox, digital STB, and retuning it etc.

Once that was done, I helped the removalists move some boxes out of the truck, and then when they were done, the senior DBA paid them, and they left.

We started unpacking the kitchen stuff, which had been boxed up for 2 years, and was a bit dirty and dusty, there was even grass clippings in the boxes, all dry and brown now.

I decided to go and get some cleaning stuff, so we could clean out the fridge (not used for 2 years), and the cupboards, before washing up all the stuff, and packing the cupboards.

I walked up to the supermarket, bought a bunch of cleaning stuff, and some coffee/milk/sugar etc, along with some juice, and other bits and pieces.

I also got some synthetic vanilla essence, the removalist had told us a couple of times to wipe the fridge out with it, before putting food in it, to make it smell fresh.

Before walking back, because I was starving, hadn't eaten anything all day, I went to the bakery, got a scone, and started eating it, while walking back to the house.

On the way back to the house, I saw the owner of the pub, driving in to the carpark of the shopping centre I'd just been in.

I got back to the house, and we cleaned out the fridge, wiped the vanilla essence through it (it did make it smell better), and then we continued unpacking the boxes of kitchen stuff.

The owner of the pub had come around, and was putting up blinds in a few rooms.

The removalists had put most of the boxes in the master bedroom, including ones full of computer stuff, and kitchen stuff, so the senior DBA went up to go through these.

We found some kitchen stuff, and moved the boxes down, and then I helped the senior DBA put his bed together.

About 4 pm, we got sick of moving boxes around, and unpacking things, so we decided to go and have a beer. We told the owner we'd be in next door, and left him in there, putting up the blinds.

We went to the bar, it was such a long walk, must have been almost 25 metres :-) We went in, and got beers, and sat and drank.

We chatted to the woman working in the bar for ages, as well as a few of the people sitting in the bar. One of the people in there was an undertaker, he was complaining that business was too quiet lately, heh.

I got hungry, so I got a packet of chips, and sat and ate those, while we continued chatting. The woman working behind the bar mentioned that she works at Harvey Norman a few days a week, in the electrical section.

Handy, I might have to go there to get some stuff I need to buy, like speakers.

After we came out of there, I went to the shops again, and the senior DBA went back to the house, to lie down. I bought some food for dinner, a couple of washing baskets, and a couple of pillows.

TIP: don't buy $5 pillows. You might as well not bother.

I walked back to the house after that, being environmentally friendly, with my shopping in the washing baskets, instead of plastic bags.

I got back, sat and watched some tivo files on my laptop, while eating cheese and crackers.

The senior DBA came down, and said something about getting his bike sorted out.

We looked for the bike pump, and eventually found it, in the tent, that we'd shoved under the stairs.

We got his bike out of the laundry, where he'd put it, and we tried to pump up the tyres. There was something wrong with the pump though, like the bit that pushes the valve in was missing, so we couldn't pump up the tyres, gave up, and put the bike back in the laundry.

The senior DBA asked about watching stuff on the tv, I said we could, (watch the tivo stuff), but I needed a way to connect my laptop to the xbox, I needed a crossover cable.

I was going to crimp one up yesterday, but I couldn't find my crimping tool, Dad's still got it, he took it when I was on holidays in Bundaberg, I remember getting an SMS about it, when I was in the room in the F1 motel in Coffs Harbour on the way.

I was going to get a crossover cable from work (I brought a long straight through, and an rj45 joiner, to patch it on the end), but I didn't go to work today, so I couldn't get one.

The senior DBA thought he had a switch, in amongst all the computer stuff and cables he had. We went through the box, and found the switch, then we had to find the transformer for it.

The senior DBA's housemate at his old house had helped him pack, had packed a lot of the computer stuff, including wrapping a lot of it in newspaper, to stop it getting damaged.

It was a bit of a joke though, all these little newspaper wrapped items, it was like a lucky dip. Half the stuff that was wrapped really didn't need to be, like a little patch lead for a phone with rj11 plugs on each end, or a phone double adapter, or a power double adapter.

The more little packages we unwrapped, the funnier it got, all these ridiculous things, carefully, individually wrapped up.

We eventually found the transformer, wrapped up in newspaper.

I fished out a few short lengths of cat5, and went and installed the switch near the tv, patching the xbox in (eventually, a couple of the cat5 leads I took were duds).

I then patched in my laptop, with the big long bit of cat5 I'd taken, and setup the xbox, streaming the tivo recordings off my laptop.

We watched Mr Bean, the episode where he goes to the laundromat, and ends up wearing the woman's skirt etc.

In it, he puts a pound coin down on the washing machine, and it looked like it said "WTF" on the side of it.

I commented on the fact it looked like there was something on the side of the coin, and the senior DBA said that there is something written on there, he was over in the UK for a while, and he's got a pound coin somwhere.

He then remembered that it was in with all his change, he went and got the bag of loose change, and poured it out on the floor.

There was a stack of change there, a couple of hundred dollars worth.

We looked for the pound coin, couldn't find it. One thing we did find though, was a 5c piece, that had been run over by a train. I couldn't believe how flat and big it was.

We kept looking, couldn't find the pound. I suggested we pick all the gold coins out, and count them, so we fished out all the $1 and $2 coins.

I started counting it up, and then I found the pound coin, I'd fished it out as a gold coin, because it was similar to a $2 coin, it's sort of in between the 2 in size.

I had a look at it, but it was worn, so I couldn't see what was written on the side, probably something in latin.

We finished counting the gold coins, there ended up being $113 worth. We picked up all the silver, not bothering to count that, probably another hundred dollars worth.

After Mr Bean, I mucked around on the xbox, looking for something else to watch.

The web interface on xbmc was a bit broken, I couldn't use it in firefox, because it kept coming up asking what I wanted to do with .asp files. I was able to use konqueror though.

It's a fairly old version, from November last year, it's probably been improved since then.

I's brought all my divx movies up, so I put in the CD with "He Died with a Felafel in his Hand" on it, and sat and watched that. It's a pretty good movie.

After that I listen to some music, and the senior DBA made coffees (he'd been in the kitchen while I watched the movie).

I had my coffee, the senior DBA showed me how to unfold the sofa bed, and then he went to bed.

I went up and grabbed my stuff (my few things had been chucked in my room, while we unpacked, to keep them out of the way), and I went back down and makde the sofa bed up, and then I went to bed.