Monday, February 28, 2011
Talk about the seven plagues, I think I’m in the middle of the medical version of the biblical event.
Don’t ask me where I picked it up but I’ve managed to get the “Gastroenteritis from Hell”.
Tuesday and Wednesday headaches that would cripple a horse.
Thursday and Friday well let’s just say I could have given Linda Blair from The Exorcist a run for her money.
Saturday and Sunday you’ve heard of “loose lips”? well without going into any gory detail I had the loose and not from the lips.
Monday and by the looks of Tuesday, gripe, gripe, gripe, the pains are marching!!!!
I have lost all interest in food, a monumental first for me and I have come to know the bathroom as my second home.
I’m trying to soldier on and Spark away but sitting at the computer I’m reminded of a frog on a hotplate, jiggling all over the place.
I’m trying hard to keep a sense of humour about the whole thing but it “aint easy, so to all my friends here who have sent me goodies and heartfelt good wishes, I have not forgotten any of you. As soon as my tuckus can sit for more than 10 minutes at a time, I’ll be sending goodies galore.
I say goodbye as I run (with alacrity) to the said bathroom and in MacArthur’s words “I WILL RETURN!!”
Sunday, February 07, 2010
I've been thinking of doing this blog for months and today, on the anniversary of the Black Saturday fires I've tried for hours to make a start.
Just where do you start to describe an absolutely horrifying disaster. There have been many this decade, I can only describe the one I was involved in.
I can't describe blow by blow what happened suffice to say that at 5.00pm we were outside doing nothing in particular and by 6.30pm the sky had turned black, the fire was on its way and we had finally evacuated to Yea showgrounds.
The first night was spent on the nature strip across from the Fire station. Still in shock with my family and animals in tow, I remember people looking lost, some screaming for sights seen or from not knowing what had happened.
We spent 4 nights sleeping either in the front or back seat of the cars or on the trailer, dirty, tired, fearful and desperate for news of what had happened to Flowerdale. I had heard conflicting reports, one moment all of Forest Road had burnt the next only one house survived. Depending on donated food and clothes we started to think that the evac centre was where we'd spend the next few weeks at the very least.
Seven days had passed until we had learned that our house had survived and as soon as we could get things together we set off home. It was heartbreaking to come home to what was always paradise and see so many houses and so much bush decimated. We spent the next 2 weeks on generator power before the power could be connected. The work started then to get our place back to paradise and is still going on, I hope the photos give some idea of how much things changed over the last 12 months.
just after the fire looking up to a neighbours house
during our very wet winter
along the creekbed
but to show that things do grow and can be improved upon here are some shots of some of my gardens that have been put in over the past couple of months.
So as I finish this difficult blog I say goodbye to the friends that I lost on that day.
Raye Carter who died trying to save her beloved dairy goats, she was a wonderful friend for many years who gave us unlimited help when we were breeding our dairy goats.
Donnie, Helen, Donnie Jnr and Cherie Lee Walker, our Saturday nights at the Flowerdale Pub were some of the friendliest and fun nights we had.
Bob Harrup, my next door neighbour who succumbed to smoke inhalation and died later at the Flowerdale Pub. A gracious gentleman who I will miss seeing pottering around in his garden.
And to Nigel (a neighbour up the road) and Troy another neighbour who kept an eye on the evacuated houses in case looters came around I give big hugs.
And finally my Sparkfriends who have kept me laughing and given me great support during this time. I love you all
Monday, December 01, 2008
OK Hands up all who started to sing "Hey now, hey now"?
Well now that I've got your attention, I've been long gone from the blog front, but I'm back (at least for a moment) with news of my couple of days off.
Big deal you say? probably but as a carer I don't get too many days just for myself and this time I got to catch up with a few old friends.
I've known Elaine for about 25 years, we don't get to see each other very often now but when we do, look out!!!. We were to have a dignified lunch with a few other ladies, but you know what they say about well laid plans!! I was walking up to the Art gallery where we were to have lunch and I noticed a couple of old girls standing around out the front waiting as I got closer (and to my horror) I found that the old girls were the ones I was going to meet and that I, by arriving, was adding to the number of old girls!!
The trouble with getting older is that on the inside I feel only 20 but the outside is creeping up there getting to the wrong side of 50. I don't notice it much at home as I see my mug in the mirror everyday, but when you see your friends that you remember when you were young and reckless, getting on in years, well it's a bit of a shock to the system.
The good thing about memories is that with a couple of drinks and a few hours of laughing, joking and just being ridiculous I was transported back to when the night never ended and we got up to things that they stick on Youtube these days.
I live by the saying "Grow old disgracefully" when they come to take me when my time is up, they better be ready for a fight, 'cos I'm not going quietly. I still check out the good looking young fellas and think about the times when I would have given them a run for their money and I thank goodness that nobody can read my mind, as I'm sure I'd shock the crap out of most people. Now people have to take me as I am, if they don't like the way I muck about well tough, I've spent enough time on this planet now to do as I please and stuff anyone who doesn't like it.
Now I don't like to have my picture taken, for some reason when they say smile, they take forever to actually snap the picture and when they do my smile has slid down my face and I look like I've got constipation. For anyone who's interested I'm the porker in black on the left of both pictures, I still wonder who that old girl is sometimes and I have to look twice when I see her in the mirror when I pass.
The only good thing (if that can be said) about these pictures is that everyone else has got old as well. Well as I close this long winded blog I raise my glass to the "Old Bags Club" and thank them all for a great day and I can't wait for the next meeting.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Well I have finally posted a blog entry after a month long drought. I still amazes me that I'm doing it now, when I feel so lousy.
I have picked up some nasty virus, which I thought was just a cold at the start, but it has migrated into my chest (ample as that is) and is hanging on. I could audition for the lead roll in "Night of the LIving Dead" at the moment, check my screen test photo above. I feel every bit as horrible as the picture looks, I have coughed so much I feel like I've hacked up, what feels like, 2lbs of body parts.
The last time I felt worse than this was about 15 years ago when I came down with the "HongKong Flu" even my hair hurt back then!!
It's really irritating me as I'm not a sick person and it is not usually in my nature to whinge, but at the moment I'm just one big whinge. I can't even check out the funny posts on my teams, if I start laughing I end up in a coughing fit and finish off just about peeing my pants. Not a good looking sight I can tell you.
I have to send big hugs (minus the germs) to all the beautiful people out there who have sent me get well wishes. I can't tell all of you how much it means to have someone send such good thoughts.
I'm off to the doctors again tomorrow, so I'm hoping this time he can help me to shake of this rotten bug.
Here's hoping I'll be on the mend and back to giving cheek to all and sundry by next week.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
After hearing this week that a friend of mine was not well and waiting for test results, I got to thinking about friends. We all have them, close ones, just say hi ones, ones you smile and wave at and these days "Internet" friends.
A lot of people like to dismiss those as nothing special or like to make people feel like losers for having them. I have even heard some say that people who spend time on the internet should get out of the house and meet some "real" people.
I love to meet all sorts of people, I talk to complete strangers in shopping centres, in hospitals all over the place and have never thought that it was strange, so why should I classify talking to people over the internet as strange. I only difference I can see between the two is that the latter are usually in another country and that, I think, is the best part.
I love the idea of "talking" to people from all over the world, I have friends in England, Canada, USA, Spain as well as here in Australia. They have a unique and different way of looking at things and problems, if I feel lousy or have had a crappy day they are always there to make me laugh and feel better. They help me if I need to find something, if I need information, or if I just want to say hi, what's going on.
I have met so many wonderful people here on Sparkpeople, ladies and gents, young people and some old farts like me and we all have the same thing in common, a need to be in contact with each other in some way. Sure we are here initially to lose weight, but the need to connect with others to share the journey is what keeps us here.
So to all the friends I have here, I send big hugs and kisses for making me laugh and feel like I'm not alone through the good and the lousy times and I hope that I can make at least one of you feel just as good at one time or another.
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