(V is currently studying, and has a very difficult design assignment due.)
He came out this morning and said "I had very vivid dreams about lions and sheeps."
How very Aesop Fablish of him, I thought - so I said so.
He burst into laughter. "Lines and shapes, not lions and sheeps."
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
'Salina Guest Post - wanting to eat the t.v.
at the moment i have to fast, so i'm watching a show that was taped. On the tape after that was junior master chef, and they were cooking what looked like an angel [not realy, it realy looked like a block of custard pudding with a beautiful sauce, any way...] i felt like eating the t.v. so then mum says 'clear the tabel for lunch' i was think 'but i can't eat mum!!!!!'.
i'm telling you she's torturing me by eating, but i have to go for another 3 hours wthout food or water, i'd like to see her go for 6 hours without food or water.
i'm telling you she's torturing me by eating, but i have to go for another 3 hours wthout food or water, i'd like to see her go for 6 hours without food or water.
:] :]
Friday, September 24, 2010
Nurse Jeanie gets confused
Poor 'Salina - her week at Bush Babe's was cut short by 3 days because she had a pain in the tummy so bad she was crying and off her food. BB took her to the doctor's, who said it might be the onset of appendicitis and get her back here where there is a hospital and medical care available. (Yep - bewdy Qld Health - they live in an area of over 2000 people - the majority elderly - serviced by 1 locum. They have to travel over 200km before they hit a permanently placed doctor, let alone a hospital)
So my yesterday was spent in the car for hours (as opposed to my tomorrow, when I was going out to collect) to meet them half-way and bring her home. She was fine by the time I saw her, well enough to have dinner and sleep.
At 2.45 this morning she woke me in tears because it was back, and so after a chat to Mr 13Health gave her a panadol and then took her in to the hospital when there was no improvement.
(Side note - the $40 million upgrade to the hospital includes the BRAND NEW emergency department. Still shows blood on the floor, though - enough to show just how shoddy the attempt to clean up the trail of blood from a previous client truly was. Acoustics are still the same the world over - its only in emergency you get to catch up on the social life of the nurses of the world. We all agreed the male nurse would just have to let go of the argument about his girlfriend adjusting the shower head.)
The doctor (who I think studied medicine about when Menzies was elected) with very squeaky shoes gave her a thorough checking over, to declare it was NOT appendicitis but Intestinal Colic - a common ailment cluttering the hallways of Emergency Departments the world over, and adequate pain relief should cover.
5am we left to see the sunrise, learn that special machines are used to polish the pedestrian crossings, find out my blood alcohol level was indeed 0.00% and chortle over the foamy fountain some prankster had added detergent to.
Since getting home, Dr Google has told me that Intestinal Colic is a symptom, not a diagnosis - and (as the doctor advised me) from a myriad of causes; many (including our GP's receptionist) have given me anecdotes about how no-one should ever rule out grumbling appendixes (appendici?) as they can flare without warning and cause many anecdotes (if not death); and dd has had another attack to the point of tears.
Aargh!! Of all the strings to my mother bow, medical matters are totally absent (I will change channels should anything medical ever surface on my screen - heck, I will walk away from the television and do the washing up rather than watch such stuff) and therefore I am clueless.
What should I do (other than offer pain relief and hope she will get better)?
(And oh yes, I am still (obviously) imperfect...)
So my yesterday was spent in the car for hours (as opposed to my tomorrow, when I was going out to collect) to meet them half-way and bring her home. She was fine by the time I saw her, well enough to have dinner and sleep.
At 2.45 this morning she woke me in tears because it was back, and so after a chat to Mr 13Health gave her a panadol and then took her in to the hospital when there was no improvement.
(Side note - the $40 million upgrade to the hospital includes the BRAND NEW emergency department. Still shows blood on the floor, though - enough to show just how shoddy the attempt to clean up the trail of blood from a previous client truly was. Acoustics are still the same the world over - its only in emergency you get to catch up on the social life of the nurses of the world. We all agreed the male nurse would just have to let go of the argument about his girlfriend adjusting the shower head.)
The doctor (who I think studied medicine about when Menzies was elected) with very squeaky shoes gave her a thorough checking over, to declare it was NOT appendicitis but Intestinal Colic - a common ailment cluttering the hallways of Emergency Departments the world over, and adequate pain relief should cover.
5am we left to see the sunrise, learn that special machines are used to polish the pedestrian crossings, find out my blood alcohol level was indeed 0.00% and chortle over the foamy fountain some prankster had added detergent to.
Since getting home, Dr Google has told me that Intestinal Colic is a symptom, not a diagnosis - and (as the doctor advised me) from a myriad of causes; many (including our GP's receptionist) have given me anecdotes about how no-one should ever rule out grumbling appendixes (appendici?) as they can flare without warning and cause many anecdotes (if not death); and dd has had another attack to the point of tears.
Aargh!! Of all the strings to my mother bow, medical matters are totally absent (I will change channels should anything medical ever surface on my screen - heck, I will walk away from the television and do the washing up rather than watch such stuff) and therefore I am clueless.
What should I do (other than offer pain relief and hope she will get better)?
(And oh yes, I am still (obviously) imperfect...)
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
When Hell Freezes Over
I know this week when I am being all loud and proud about the slattern that I am(courtesy of Picklebums challenge), one of my examples being a houseworky task that I have actually knuckled down and done seems a tad - well, airbrushy - doesn't it?
Never fear - I have not surprised the borrowers too much yet with such shenanigans. As usual, there is a story attached...
For a while now - for a very long while now, the "little freezer" has been in need of a good defrost.
For all of that while, I have had a daily mantra of getting whatever out, saying to myself "I must defrost this soon" and going on with my life. Obviously verbal reinforcement only has so much impact on my consciousness.
Weekly, I have added a "...before I do the groceries" codicil - which has as much impact as opposition policy - and weekly, I bring home groceries to fill the undefrosted freezer and added "...(expletive deleted) - next week".
No doubt, the freezer doubted my follow-through, because yesterday it took the matter into its own hands (?).
At some point, one of us accessed something and failed to give that little nudge between "slightly ajar" and "sealed".
A few hours after that point, I was traversing the kitchen and stood in a puddle. I know - there have been occasions over the last few years where I have traversed the kitchen and stood in puddles (most notably after V has attacked the washing up - so most days) but on this occasion, the puddle was quite cool.
"hmmm" I thought. I investigated. I saw the slightly ajar door - and knew my day of reckoning had come - and thought "I will deal with this later" and shut the door again.
Later did actually come - and on the same day - because I knew that once you have puddle-formed in the world of ajar-doored freezers, you are entering a world where food safety standards can become compromised (oh, and okay, you are entering a world where you can no longer shut the door without fear of the ajarity).
The first task is always to rehome everything. I did an awesome job of spatial stuffing with the upstairs fridge. I had to take a photo because it was indeed a masterpiece - especially when you consider it coincided with a massive cookup of freezer cubes of standards for Paris.
Anyhow, to round off the imperfections.. V had a spatial problem with the downstairs freezer, and so placed his charges in the fridge section. If anyone wants pies or fish fillets, they are now thawed for your convenience...
Never fear - I have not surprised the borrowers too much yet with such shenanigans. As usual, there is a story attached...
For a while now - for a very long while now, the "little freezer" has been in need of a good defrost.
For all of that while, I have had a daily mantra of getting whatever out, saying to myself "I must defrost this soon" and going on with my life. Obviously verbal reinforcement only has so much impact on my consciousness.
Weekly, I have added a "...before I do the groceries" codicil - which has as much impact as opposition policy - and weekly, I bring home groceries to fill the undefrosted freezer and added "...(expletive deleted) - next week".
No doubt, the freezer doubted my follow-through, because yesterday it took the matter into its own hands (?).
At some point, one of us accessed something and failed to give that little nudge between "slightly ajar" and "sealed".
A few hours after that point, I was traversing the kitchen and stood in a puddle. I know - there have been occasions over the last few years where I have traversed the kitchen and stood in puddles (most notably after V has attacked the washing up - so most days) but on this occasion, the puddle was quite cool.
"hmmm" I thought. I investigated. I saw the slightly ajar door - and knew my day of reckoning had come - and thought "I will deal with this later" and shut the door again.
Later did actually come - and on the same day - because I knew that once you have puddle-formed in the world of ajar-doored freezers, you are entering a world where food safety standards can become compromised (oh, and okay, you are entering a world where you can no longer shut the door without fear of the ajarity).
The first task is always to rehome everything. I did an awesome job of spatial stuffing with the upstairs fridge. I had to take a photo because it was indeed a masterpiece - especially when you consider it coincided with a massive cookup of freezer cubes of standards for Paris.
Anyhow, to round off the imperfections.. V had a spatial problem with the downstairs freezer, and so placed his charges in the fridge section. If anyone wants pies or fish fillets, they are now thawed for your convenience...
Monday, September 20, 2010
Flaunt the Imperfection
Kate at Picklebums had a great post last week - go on, read it - I'm not going anywhere.
Do you know how hard it is not to gloss over the little fissures that make up my life and just give you a glib "nothing to see here" - and how easy it is to not post at all when life is not peachy or easily glibbed?
As a result, day 1 will be a gentle stroll into the dark side...
Title of the above - "Naked Paris Enjoys Cracked Ice Yoghurt".
That will get the search engine numbers humming...
Do you know how hard it is not to gloss over the little fissures that make up my life and just give you a glib "nothing to see here" - and how easy it is to not post at all when life is not peachy or easily glibbed?
As a result, day 1 will be a gentle stroll into the dark side...
Title of the above - "Naked Paris Enjoys Cracked Ice Yoghurt".
That will get the search engine numbers humming...
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