What a world away from last Thursday.
Sought medical advice.
Sent for CT scan.
Whilst awaiting being diagnosed with hypochondria, a condition that I had already self-imposed, I was surprised by a call from the GP, confirming instead the diagnosis foretold on initial verbal description given on Day One by my big sister.
No success as yet of a date to see a hand surgeon. After a circular phone call bingo bust on Friday I heard of my Aunt's very resolute (if slightly confused) recovery of mind and put into progress a plan of connection.
I drove back to the big smoke with 'Salina yesterday morning, met with an absolute blessing of a friend who ferried me, fed me, made possible for me to spend time with my aunt, my friends and I got to meet her admired family member and she a special clan of mine.
I laughed much with my aunt and she got to talk with me and discuss with each other our wishes and plans and her options and pragmatic hopes and she got communion and a video call with many extended family and, oh my goodness flowers and the most amazing superwoman who is the embroidered cushion epistolated with "when you want something done, ask a busy woman". I am in awe of the amazing women that I was around this weekend.
Many "I am not a do nothing sort of woman" in each their own ways.
Then I drove, had pizza, drove, heard podcasts, dozed (don't worry, had a driver), burgered, showered, connected with Paris and crashed. There were a few great blokes in but parts too. But some absolute crackers of women.
Goodnight.
Where I grew up in country Victoria, the long established families in the area, which we weren't, had very strong minded women among them who were great organisers even to the fore over farm matters. At times their husbands seemed like farm labourers. Mind you, they could be very narrow minded in areas of morals matters, but that was in the 1960s. They never really accepted my mother, the city woman in fashionable clothing who played no direct role in the farm, as we had my father's brother to help. Interesting to ponder about so many years later.
ReplyDeleteMy mother was also a city girl and never quite fit in with the local CWA - but she and Dad worked very much together on the development of the property, him maybe a bit more physically and her more administrative
DeleteThe very best of weekends was had 😀
ReplyDeleteThe gold moments are definitely worth capturing
DeleteThe woman in the photo needs to have surgery to remove one of her hands. Or maybe not. Three might be handy! 😂
ReplyDeleteI know. I had to call V for a hand last night because I had run out of them!
DeleteThe answer to your question is Carolingian
ReplyDeleteThank you! Putting it to use.
DeleteThere is something about being in the company of women that re-energizes me. Glad you had your time. Now off to figure out what happened to your wrist...
ReplyDeleteHave finally found another name to pursue - as it's a woman this time hopefully more reactive
DeleteI loved the self-diagnosed hypochondria! And Doctor Sister nailed it. I hope you can see the surgeon soon. I'm so very glad you ere able to visit and have a good conversation with your aunt. I know that had to mean a great deal to you both.
ReplyDeleteShe has a few good yarns to recount
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