Ok prepare to be bored! I’m not sure what preparing to be bored would involve but I have a feeling it would include one of those small travel pillows, a bottle of water and maybe a life jacket. I have a million things I want to talk about but only about 2 lines on each. So maybe less bored more confused. Whatever, just prepare!
Well by now most of you would have heard my big news! If not then you’re a looser who doesn’t watch my flickr and you are hereby banned from all contact to me. The move is kicking off in the first week of December. Before then though there is much to do!
This Friday night we are moving out of the apartment and back in with my Big Sister. Staying with her and Potato Head last time was a hoot so I can’t imagine this time being any different. We all get along really well but are each out of the house enough that we don’t feel like we are sitting on top of each other. Plus we will only be there for 3 weeks, not enough time to cause too much tension!
On the 3rd of December it is my 21st, pretty darn excited about that. Mainly the excitement comes from having my WHOLE family in one place. My Big Big Sister lives in Sydney and I don’t get to see her much. Plus she has 2 little kiddlies, one of which I have never met. I feel like the worst Auntie in the world but we just haven’t been in the financial position to get down and see them this year. Hopefully next year things will change. But in the meantime it is my birthday and my folks have agreed to bring them all up for it. Plus I will have my best friend, Rumbles, there who rocks every party. Even if my Mother and Big Big Sis go all explosive on us again I know that Rumbles and I will still party on!
We will probably head off on our move 2 or 3 days after my birthday. Very scary BUT on the plus side I plan on posting a lot more, I can hear your excitement! The blog and my flickr will be announced to my family before we leave so they can keep up with us there. This scares the crap out of me. They all know that when I am taking photos of them chances are it will end up “on that site of mine” but actually having to sensor things or going “ok I swear 5 times in that sentence… do I really want Daddyo reading that?”. There was one time when Daddyo did some how track my blog down… I received a phone call that afternoon from him saying that I had “some potty mouth on” me! Where do you think I learnt that one from Daddy? :p
The next few weeks are going to be pretty full on for us so to help me out a little bit I invite everyone to send in a question and I will try my hardest to answer it. You can email me it if you would like it kept anonymous or just post it in the comments section. I do reserve the right not to answer certain things so nothing that I can get in trouble for (M@) :p
On that note I will leave you with this little thing that I stole from Heather who stole it from Kristina
1. Describe your dream house/environment.
I want a couple of hundred acres, I don’t really mind where. As long as there is a town within 30 mins and it’s not tooo sweltering in summer, nor toooo ice-y in winter. I would like it to be kind of Balinese, lots of polished bamboo and stainless steel leading out onto a pool. A huge bedroom with an open plan bathroom with an open shower and 4 shower heads. Maybe a horse for me and a track for Boy to go moto riding. And a flight strip for our small plane. Nothing too extravagant :p
2. Favourite physical feature of the same and opposite sex.
Same sex – facial structure, stomach and boobs
Opposite Sex – the V………. sorry what oh yes and defined shoulders and arms. Gotta have a nice smile and eyes as well
3. What’s the last entire CD that you fell in love with and couldn’t stop playing?
Jewel – Goodbye Alice in Wonderland. I don’t buy many CD’s.
4. What song do you want played at your funeral/wake?
Angel by Sarah McLachlan. It’s unoriginal but so amazing. Maybe Wild Horses - the Sundays version as well.
5. What’s your least favourite errand to run?
Yeh I don’t really have many that I don’t like…
6. Three things that really steam your broccoli! (make you angry)
1: Bad parenting – when I see a parent slap or yell at a child for something small it makes me so angry. I know most mothers would be all “she knows nothing, don’t see her having to deal with kids” but there are different levels of parenting. That one I just don’t agree with.
2: People talking bad about my family. I will snap you.
3: Not being listened to.
7. Do you believe in an afterlife?
I’m not sure but I don’t like the idea of there being nothing.
8. Favourite children’s book.
Magic Far Away Tree by Enid Blighton
9. Why is __________ your all time favourite movie?
The Princess Bride. I have watched it more times then I could possibly remember and I still find more things that I have missed. Plus it never fails to make me laugh!
10. BONUS QUESTION: How many licks does it take to get to the centre of a Tootsie Pop?
What’s a Tootsie Pop?
Ok it ended up a lot more then 2 sentences on each topic but meh, you’ll live.
Wednesday, 7 November 2007
Tuesday, 30 October 2007
Moving time....
Things have finally calmed down after the holiday. Having to wake up and go to work isn’t such a shock to the system anymore.
But no sitting back and relaxing for this chicky ohh no, god forbid I get into a routine or anything!!!
This weekend we are moving AGAIN. Yes I know, I can hear you, “But you just moved there!” well if by “just” you mean “6 months ago” you would be correct! You win a cookie! Just have to make it to my place to pick it up :p
Yep we moved here 6 months ago, I can barely believe that. This year has gone so fast. I remember when it was just the old codgers that said that the years were getting shorter and as I refuse to believe I am becoming an old codger then I have to agree with them. The years really are getting shorter. It’s November in 2 days for Golly Sakes! Not only are there Christmas decorations in Woolies there are Christmas CAROLS playing in Woolies! OMG! Woooo (Any of you who know me would know my all time LOVE for Christmas Carols. So this little point makes me so happy!) And its only 1 month and 4 days (also makes me happy!)!
I lost track somewhere there… I was talking about moving. Back to the topic.
So we started cleaning out boxes and crap last weekend. We have got about 20 or so boxes down to 2 which is pretty impressive seen as I have inherited a bit of my mothers hoarding habit. Also, we have decided to get rid of basically everything we own.
Want a Queen bed? Come on down! Double Door Stainless Steel Fridge? Bring a trailer and it’s yours (I’m not lifting it though)! 2 Lounge suites? Chest Freezer? BBQ? Table? Chairs? Bed Side Tables? Side Boards? TV Stands? Microwave? Washing Machine? Kitchen Sink? All of it please take it! As long as I don’t have to lift it or move it around then its free game!
We are keeping both TV’s, our killer sound system, my baking equipment, our new leather lounges (and by new I mean previously belonging to my sister for 4 years and before that my parents for 10), my old Buffy stuff, a couple of boxes of clothes/shoes, a box of memories and… actually that’s about all
It’s actually a really great feeling to know we don’t have to worry about all of this stuff or where it’s going to go. Every other time we’ve moved its had to go into storage (aka Boys Dads house) or be a nuisance at who’s evers house we are staying at between finding somewhere to live. Also, and more importantly, I get to go shopping!!
Now you’re probably thinking that getting rid of ALL of our junk is pretty drastic. Ahh but that’s where you’re wrong. There are bigger things a’brewin’ Stay tuned and you might get a hint ;)
Oh just a side note:
My favorite band in the whole wide world are playing in Brisbane early next year and I am stoked!!! BUT they are playing at a festival only, which sucks a lot. Here are a list of the other bands. I’ve never really heard of any of the others (except for the obvious but who wants to see 50 year olds jump around a stage pretending they are “Punk” which they never were?). So if any of you (Germ) recognise any of the names or can recommend I check them out please do. Otherwise I will be at the festival for 1 bad and that’s pretty crappy. Please don’t let me resort to moshing to the grampa’s!
Soundwave Festival: The Offspring (USA), Incubus (USA), Social Distortion (USA), Killswitch Engage (USA), Coheed & Cambria (USA), As I Lay Dying (USA), Motion City Soundtrack (USA), Red Jumpsuit Aparatus (USA), Chiodos, Saosin (USA), Plain White T's, Jim Ward, Scary Kids Scaring Kids (USA), Boys Like Girls, Cartel, Mindless Self Indulgence, Shadows Fall (USA), Mewithoutyou, The Dear Hunter (USA), Bleeding Through (USA), Carpathian, Sugarcult, Arthur Enders, All Time Low, From Autumn to Ashes (USA), The Starting Line (USA), Dan Nigro, Kevin Devine, Mae, The Receiving End of Sirens (USA), Still Remains, Socratic (USA), Divine Heresy, Envy on the Coast, Haste the Day, Madina Lake, The Matches (USA), My American Heart, Halifax, Fall of Troy
But no sitting back and relaxing for this chicky ohh no, god forbid I get into a routine or anything!!!
This weekend we are moving AGAIN. Yes I know, I can hear you, “But you just moved there!” well if by “just” you mean “6 months ago” you would be correct! You win a cookie! Just have to make it to my place to pick it up :p
Yep we moved here 6 months ago, I can barely believe that. This year has gone so fast. I remember when it was just the old codgers that said that the years were getting shorter and as I refuse to believe I am becoming an old codger then I have to agree with them. The years really are getting shorter. It’s November in 2 days for Golly Sakes! Not only are there Christmas decorations in Woolies there are Christmas CAROLS playing in Woolies! OMG! Woooo (Any of you who know me would know my all time LOVE for Christmas Carols. So this little point makes me so happy!) And its only 1 month and 4 days (also makes me happy!)!
I lost track somewhere there… I was talking about moving. Back to the topic.
So we started cleaning out boxes and crap last weekend. We have got about 20 or so boxes down to 2 which is pretty impressive seen as I have inherited a bit of my mothers hoarding habit. Also, we have decided to get rid of basically everything we own.
Want a Queen bed? Come on down! Double Door Stainless Steel Fridge? Bring a trailer and it’s yours (I’m not lifting it though)! 2 Lounge suites? Chest Freezer? BBQ? Table? Chairs? Bed Side Tables? Side Boards? TV Stands? Microwave? Washing Machine? Kitchen Sink? All of it please take it! As long as I don’t have to lift it or move it around then its free game!
We are keeping both TV’s, our killer sound system, my baking equipment, our new leather lounges (and by new I mean previously belonging to my sister for 4 years and before that my parents for 10), my old Buffy stuff, a couple of boxes of clothes/shoes, a box of memories and… actually that’s about all
It’s actually a really great feeling to know we don’t have to worry about all of this stuff or where it’s going to go. Every other time we’ve moved its had to go into storage (aka Boys Dads house) or be a nuisance at who’s evers house we are staying at between finding somewhere to live. Also, and more importantly, I get to go shopping!!
Now you’re probably thinking that getting rid of ALL of our junk is pretty drastic. Ahh but that’s where you’re wrong. There are bigger things a’brewin’ Stay tuned and you might get a hint ;)
Oh just a side note:
My favorite band in the whole wide world are playing in Brisbane early next year and I am stoked!!! BUT they are playing at a festival only, which sucks a lot. Here are a list of the other bands. I’ve never really heard of any of the others (except for the obvious but who wants to see 50 year olds jump around a stage pretending they are “Punk” which they never were?). So if any of you (Germ) recognise any of the names or can recommend I check them out please do. Otherwise I will be at the festival for 1 bad and that’s pretty crappy. Please don’t let me resort to moshing to the grampa’s!
Soundwave Festival: The Offspring (USA), Incubus (USA), Social Distortion (USA), Killswitch Engage (USA), Coheed & Cambria (USA), As I Lay Dying (USA), Motion City Soundtrack (USA), Red Jumpsuit Aparatus (USA), Chiodos, Saosin (USA), Plain White T's, Jim Ward, Scary Kids Scaring Kids (USA), Boys Like Girls, Cartel, Mindless Self Indulgence, Shadows Fall (USA), Mewithoutyou, The Dear Hunter (USA), Bleeding Through (USA), Carpathian, Sugarcult, Arthur Enders, All Time Low, From Autumn to Ashes (USA), The Starting Line (USA), Dan Nigro, Kevin Devine, Mae, The Receiving End of Sirens (USA), Still Remains, Socratic (USA), Divine Heresy, Envy on the Coast, Haste the Day, Madina Lake, The Matches (USA), My American Heart, Halifax, Fall of Troy
Tuesday, 23 October 2007
home sweet hell hole
Being back in reality sucks major balls. Major. The holiday was amazing and I was spoilt for 5 days straight, and now I have to work and clean and cook, seriously, I am a princess what is this shit!
I started the holiday writing a little journal, I got to the second day and forgot about it. Partly because I wanted to enjoy my time every moment not be scribbling in a book. Secondly because Boy threw it in the back of the car and there was no chance I was going searching for it! I now wish I had finished it but here is what I have anyways…
Day 1
Drove for approx. 8 hours,
Started at home, went to South Bank, Boonah, home, Maryborough, Bundy, the boat, Bundy, the boat, Bundy, and finally, one more time, the boat.
Lowlight – nearly taking out a Mercedes at a roundabout then blaming Boy. Because that makes sense… to me…
Highlight – Meeting the boat and falling in love. Sitting on the bottom deck with a rum watching the sun set over the ocean… indescribable….
Funny quotes-
Boy “Just keep your eyes on the Far in Cunt” (read: “Car in Front”)
Boy “As they say, ‘When in Bundy…’”
Day 2
I was sure I did day to but I guess not :s
So yes, that was my journal skills… remind me never to become a reporter!
We had an incredible time. Did a lot of sleeping. If I wasn’t zonked out on the beach I was having an afternoon nap on the boat or lazily sitting in a pub playing cards and drinking rum. Did a lot of that, both rum drinking and playing cards. We had 3 meals a day out usually at some little pub or other.
The anniversary was amazing. Not to many details for everyone other then our Anniversary dinner was had at this incredible restaurant right on the water over looking the harbor and only a stumble away from the boat which was grand!
I can’t remember if I mentioned this before but we did have plans to head up to Mackay and Emerald and do a whole 5 days driving. We really did mean to do this, until we made it to the boat and were blown away not just how luxurious the boat is but the whole town of Bundaberg and everywhere around it. The harbor itself was mind blowing but then that was just a 20 min drive from Bagara beach (where we spent most days) and about the same distance from the Bundaberg town centre. So once we realized how gorgeous the area was we set up camp and stayed for the whole 5 days.
We had plans to come back on the Friday but decided we had too much to do and returned on Thursday. I literally had tears in my eyes when we entered Brisbane. I really didn’t want to go home, why couldn’t we stay on holidays forever?!!? This is still running through my head even as I sit at my work desk. Actually I think more so that I'm sitting at my work desk!
When we got home I had to start planning for the baby shower I was hosting on Saturday. I’ve mentioned a few times that my buddy Catty is up the duff and I have the amazing honour to be God Mummy. So there was lots of shopping, cooking, shopping, preparing and shopping to get done in the ONE day I left in-between returning and the actually party. I am smart like that sometimes!
I had never been to a baby shower so I didn’t have the slightest as to what to do at one so I tried to keep it short and sweet, 2 hours at the house then heading out to a nearby pub for anyone who wanted to stick around afterwards. Also, there was a range of people invited most of which I had never met and the others which were old friends from school. Sadly, as in most cases, I hadn't seen many of the girlies since we graduated so I had the big ol’ fear of “what if they’ve changed?” “what if I’ve changed?” “Will we have anything in common?” “Do I care if we have anything in common?”.
Add to the stress the fact that I got my hair cut the day before the shower. I requested a trim and my roots touched up. I now look like a middle aged lesbian who has a penchant for zebras.
Then there was the cooking. Not too bad at first. I had a deadline of 1pm which is when I was meant to get to Cattys house to help set up. So I started at 8am and all was going well. Meanwhile, Boy was helping out his Mummy with something which ran a bit later then first thought. Never mind, soon enough my cooking was a bit behind schedule too. I blame that on the bacon. I needed to dice a kilogram of cooked bacon. This would be fine if I owned a food processor or even a sharp knife. But guess what? I don’t! So by hand, I ripped eat piece of burning hot bacon into tiny tiny pieces. This set me back about an hour to being with.
By the time Boy got home it was 2 pm, the party was due to start at 3pm, the cupcakes were still baking and I was in dire need of a shower. I put Boy in charge of cupcake watch and I went off to beautify. Well rinse and dress. Shampoo and make-up I would have to do without!
The cupcakes got iced while I sent Boy down to Cattys with the first load of food and presents. Luckily we only live a 2 min drive from each other or else I think I would have missed the whole party!
The party ended up being a complete hit! Everyone complimented my food and bought Catty some amazing presents. All of the girls from school that I was so petrified of seeing got along amazingly. We all sat around chatting until close to midnight and have made plans to try and catch up for a monthly dinner from now on. Whether or not this ends up happening I have no idea but the thought of having friends again is so exciting I can’t explain it!
So I’ve ranted a heap, I’m sorry, I’m good at that Oh one last thing. If you have noticed my typing is even crappier then usual I do apologize. I had a bit of an accident last night which involved plastic wrapped salami, a blunt knife and 2 fingers on my left hand. Suffice to say there was lots of blood, on-the-phone hysterics to Boy begging him to come home (I am sure he thought I had actually cut my fingers off. At one stage he even asked “Calm down, tell me, Where are your fingers???”) and a magical angel in the form of Catty and some very nice gentleman coming to my rescue with Band-Aids and frozen rum bottles while Boy was racing across town to collect my fingers and get me to the hospital!
Being home really does suck!
I started the holiday writing a little journal, I got to the second day and forgot about it. Partly because I wanted to enjoy my time every moment not be scribbling in a book. Secondly because Boy threw it in the back of the car and there was no chance I was going searching for it! I now wish I had finished it but here is what I have anyways…
Day 1
Drove for approx. 8 hours,
Started at home, went to South Bank, Boonah, home, Maryborough, Bundy, the boat, Bundy, the boat, Bundy, and finally, one more time, the boat.
Lowlight – nearly taking out a Mercedes at a roundabout then blaming Boy. Because that makes sense… to me…
Highlight – Meeting the boat and falling in love. Sitting on the bottom deck with a rum watching the sun set over the ocean… indescribable….
Funny quotes-
Boy “Just keep your eyes on the Far in Cunt” (read: “Car in Front”)
Boy “As they say, ‘When in Bundy…’”
Day 2
I was sure I did day to but I guess not :s
So yes, that was my journal skills… remind me never to become a reporter!
We had an incredible time. Did a lot of sleeping. If I wasn’t zonked out on the beach I was having an afternoon nap on the boat or lazily sitting in a pub playing cards and drinking rum. Did a lot of that, both rum drinking and playing cards. We had 3 meals a day out usually at some little pub or other.
The anniversary was amazing. Not to many details for everyone other then our Anniversary dinner was had at this incredible restaurant right on the water over looking the harbor and only a stumble away from the boat which was grand!
I can’t remember if I mentioned this before but we did have plans to head up to Mackay and Emerald and do a whole 5 days driving. We really did mean to do this, until we made it to the boat and were blown away not just how luxurious the boat is but the whole town of Bundaberg and everywhere around it. The harbor itself was mind blowing but then that was just a 20 min drive from Bagara beach (where we spent most days) and about the same distance from the Bundaberg town centre. So once we realized how gorgeous the area was we set up camp and stayed for the whole 5 days.
We had plans to come back on the Friday but decided we had too much to do and returned on Thursday. I literally had tears in my eyes when we entered Brisbane. I really didn’t want to go home, why couldn’t we stay on holidays forever?!!? This is still running through my head even as I sit at my work desk. Actually I think more so that I'm sitting at my work desk!
When we got home I had to start planning for the baby shower I was hosting on Saturday. I’ve mentioned a few times that my buddy Catty is up the duff and I have the amazing honour to be God Mummy. So there was lots of shopping, cooking, shopping, preparing and shopping to get done in the ONE day I left in-between returning and the actually party. I am smart like that sometimes!
I had never been to a baby shower so I didn’t have the slightest as to what to do at one so I tried to keep it short and sweet, 2 hours at the house then heading out to a nearby pub for anyone who wanted to stick around afterwards. Also, there was a range of people invited most of which I had never met and the others which were old friends from school. Sadly, as in most cases, I hadn't seen many of the girlies since we graduated so I had the big ol’ fear of “what if they’ve changed?” “what if I’ve changed?” “Will we have anything in common?” “Do I care if we have anything in common?”.
Add to the stress the fact that I got my hair cut the day before the shower. I requested a trim and my roots touched up. I now look like a middle aged lesbian who has a penchant for zebras.
Then there was the cooking. Not too bad at first. I had a deadline of 1pm which is when I was meant to get to Cattys house to help set up. So I started at 8am and all was going well. Meanwhile, Boy was helping out his Mummy with something which ran a bit later then first thought. Never mind, soon enough my cooking was a bit behind schedule too. I blame that on the bacon. I needed to dice a kilogram of cooked bacon. This would be fine if I owned a food processor or even a sharp knife. But guess what? I don’t! So by hand, I ripped eat piece of burning hot bacon into tiny tiny pieces. This set me back about an hour to being with.
By the time Boy got home it was 2 pm, the party was due to start at 3pm, the cupcakes were still baking and I was in dire need of a shower. I put Boy in charge of cupcake watch and I went off to beautify. Well rinse and dress. Shampoo and make-up I would have to do without!
The cupcakes got iced while I sent Boy down to Cattys with the first load of food and presents. Luckily we only live a 2 min drive from each other or else I think I would have missed the whole party!
The party ended up being a complete hit! Everyone complimented my food and bought Catty some amazing presents. All of the girls from school that I was so petrified of seeing got along amazingly. We all sat around chatting until close to midnight and have made plans to try and catch up for a monthly dinner from now on. Whether or not this ends up happening I have no idea but the thought of having friends again is so exciting I can’t explain it!
So I’ve ranted a heap, I’m sorry, I’m good at that Oh one last thing. If you have noticed my typing is even crappier then usual I do apologize. I had a bit of an accident last night which involved plastic wrapped salami, a blunt knife and 2 fingers on my left hand. Suffice to say there was lots of blood, on-the-phone hysterics to Boy begging him to come home (I am sure he thought I had actually cut my fingers off. At one stage he even asked “Calm down, tell me, Where are your fingers???”) and a magical angel in the form of Catty and some very nice gentleman coming to my rescue with Band-Aids and frozen rum bottles while Boy was racing across town to collect my fingers and get me to the hospital!
Being home really does suck!
Friday, 12 October 2007
We're all goin' on a Summer Holiday... do do dood do doo Skys are Blue!
I know I said I would add another few posts before I left but yeh, I suck. Plus I have been busy as all hell. Ok not really. But I have got a puppy! Ok no that’s not true either, but kind of because there are these puppies that live in the apartment next to mine and they keep digging under the fence and I am sure one of them wants to come live with me so I've decided she is now my puppy not my next-door neighbours. I don’t care what the council records show. She loves me!!
I also think I’m going a bit insane. This has something to do with it being Friday and being all excited about my Summer Holiday starting tomorrow! Yes, Summer Holiday. In Spring. But what's a holiday without being able to sing “We’re all going on a Summer Holiday.. do do do do doooo… Skys are blue!” I really have to learn the middle words sometime. I’ve been singing it like that for as long as I remember. Meh, why ruin a good tradition?
So I am leaving tomorrow morning for a 5 day drive. I didn’t want to say much about it till now because I was sure I would jinx it. Either Boy would have to go somewhere and work or the car would break down or we would get a huge bill and be even more in debt. But I think its pretty safe to say I’m headin on my Summer Holiday doo do do do dooo Skys are blue… tomorrow! (If I am on here tomorrow crying then damn you cosmic balance, DAMN YOU!)
We are heading up North. Not sure where exactly we are going but either we will head out west first and visit some small towns before heading North closer to the Whitsundays. Or we will just go straight up to the Islands and stop off at the boat along the way. I guess we will decide as we go along, half the fun of the trip
Sadly, as I still live in the middle ages and not yet know the joys of wireless, I will have no internet connection for the week. That in its self is nearly enough reason to call the whole thing off. But seen as it is the Anniversary holiday and Boy has been extremely patient with my net/blog/flickr obsession I feel I should give him my full attention, even if it is only for a couple of days.
Oh, I forgot to mention that little part didn’t I? Its our anniversary. I can hear all of you married peeps growling that “its not an anniversary until your married” To that I say “Pooie!” What about those of us who might never get married? I want my annual presents too! I put up with the same amount of crap only I don’t get a pretty 2 caret to remind me why I'm doing it!
So we are coming up to our 3 year on October 15th. Pretty exciting/scary. Exciting because Oh! Presents! Scary because Crap! I’ve lived with him for 3 Years!
But yes, to the point. I didn’t want everyone thinking that Johnny Depp and Kate Beckinsale had whisked me away to a tropical island for 3 with 5 bottles of Bacardi and lots of coconut tanning lotion. Because really, that’s a horrid thought. Have a lovely week everyone, see you when I get back :D
I also think I’m going a bit insane. This has something to do with it being Friday and being all excited about my Summer Holiday starting tomorrow! Yes, Summer Holiday. In Spring. But what's a holiday without being able to sing “We’re all going on a Summer Holiday.. do do do do doooo… Skys are blue!” I really have to learn the middle words sometime. I’ve been singing it like that for as long as I remember. Meh, why ruin a good tradition?
So I am leaving tomorrow morning for a 5 day drive. I didn’t want to say much about it till now because I was sure I would jinx it. Either Boy would have to go somewhere and work or the car would break down or we would get a huge bill and be even more in debt. But I think its pretty safe to say I’m headin on my Summer Holiday doo do do do dooo Skys are blue… tomorrow! (If I am on here tomorrow crying then damn you cosmic balance, DAMN YOU!)
We are heading up North. Not sure where exactly we are going but either we will head out west first and visit some small towns before heading North closer to the Whitsundays. Or we will just go straight up to the Islands and stop off at the boat along the way. I guess we will decide as we go along, half the fun of the trip
Sadly, as I still live in the middle ages and not yet know the joys of wireless, I will have no internet connection for the week. That in its self is nearly enough reason to call the whole thing off. But seen as it is the Anniversary holiday and Boy has been extremely patient with my net/blog/flickr obsession I feel I should give him my full attention, even if it is only for a couple of days.
Oh, I forgot to mention that little part didn’t I? Its our anniversary. I can hear all of you married peeps growling that “its not an anniversary until your married” To that I say “Pooie!” What about those of us who might never get married? I want my annual presents too! I put up with the same amount of crap only I don’t get a pretty 2 caret to remind me why I'm doing it!
So we are coming up to our 3 year on October 15th. Pretty exciting/scary. Exciting because Oh! Presents! Scary because Crap! I’ve lived with him for 3 Years!
But yes, to the point. I didn’t want everyone thinking that Johnny Depp and Kate Beckinsale had whisked me away to a tropical island for 3 with 5 bottles of Bacardi and lots of coconut tanning lotion. Because really, that’s a horrid thought. Have a lovely week everyone, see you when I get back :D
Tuesday, 2 October 2007
Adults are just obsolete children and the hell with them.
Sorry about that little essay the other day, I have really not been in the mood to write about my life plus I figured most of you are sick of hearing my “I’m so sick, cry me a fucking river” tune! So I gave you a break but guess what?! Here comes my “I’m so sick cry me a fucking river” tune all over again!
I had my crazywordIcannotsay operationthingie and the doctors didn’t end up finding what they thought I had, which I am kind of glad about because YAY no bacteria in my tummy! But also Nay, because now there is no sure-fire fix for it
Ends up I have a loose sphincter. I spent the first week after I found out telling everyone that asked how it went that I had a loose sphincter. People kept looking at me all funny and walking away slowly, other then one guy that was suddenly acting like I was the coolest chick in the world. Then I told my sister (Ms. Nurse-Doctor-Lawyer) that I had a loose sphincter and she laughed at me:
Me: “What is so funny??”
Ms. NDL: “Tell me you are talking about the one in your stomach”
Me: “Yes, what else would I be talking about?! Duh!” Realisation Dawns….. “Oh crap! I didn’t realise that was called the same thing!!
So just for clarification, I do have a loose sphincter but this one connects my oesophagus to my stomach, there is no other one. End of story!
Well not really end of story because I have more to tell you!
I have now changed my whole diet. I am the girl that has no tastebuds so I pile every meal full of flavour. So basically everything I cook you can be sure that there will either garlic, onion, chilli or curry in it and usually a mixture of all. Now I can’t have any of these. Alcohol is a no no too but that's OK because my body seems to be rejecting it at the moment so that's no biggie. And chocolate is meant to be out but I laugh in the face of anyone that tries to take away my chocolate! Laugh and then cut them… evil little fuckers. Who do they think they are taking my god damned chocolate!?!
I am also on tablets for the next 4 months. Once that is up I go back and see how it is all going and if its gone then no more tablets YAY but if not I am back on them for another 4 months. Rinse and repeat… well swallow and repeat really…
Sadly the new diet thing is something that I have to stick to long term. Once it all settles down I will be able to slowly introduce them all back into my diet but definitely not in the excess as I have had in the past. That makes me cry. Luckily chocolate fixes the crying.
But on the plus with the exception of the weekend and when I am lying down I have only had baaaaaaad indigestion around 5 times this week which is heaven for me!!!
Oh just a quick note that I am going away on holidays as of next Friday so I will try to get a few extra posts in before then because there will be no updating for a full week, omg I think I’m going to pass out just thinking about it! We are going out to the middle of bumfuck (also known as “loose sphincter”) nowhere on a Road Trip! So I will have a bazillion photos when I get back
Here is a funny little convo that I had with boy about my Flickr a few days ago as well, enjoy!
Me: “Woo, I got another photo explored!”
Boy: “What is it of? My bum?”
Me: “No! As if!”
Boy: “Why not! My bum would so get explored!” Realisation dawns… “Holy crap! No it wouldn’t No it wouldn’t!
(Boy would like a disclaimer here… he does NOT have a loose sphincter!)
I had my crazywordIcannotsay operationthingie and the doctors didn’t end up finding what they thought I had, which I am kind of glad about because YAY no bacteria in my tummy! But also Nay, because now there is no sure-fire fix for it
Ends up I have a loose sphincter. I spent the first week after I found out telling everyone that asked how it went that I had a loose sphincter. People kept looking at me all funny and walking away slowly, other then one guy that was suddenly acting like I was the coolest chick in the world. Then I told my sister (Ms. Nurse-Doctor-Lawyer) that I had a loose sphincter and she laughed at me:
Me: “What is so funny??”
Ms. NDL: “Tell me you are talking about the one in your stomach”
Me: “Yes, what else would I be talking about?! Duh!” Realisation Dawns….. “Oh crap! I didn’t realise that was called the same thing!!
So just for clarification, I do have a loose sphincter but this one connects my oesophagus to my stomach, there is no other one. End of story!
Well not really end of story because I have more to tell you!
I have now changed my whole diet. I am the girl that has no tastebuds so I pile every meal full of flavour. So basically everything I cook you can be sure that there will either garlic, onion, chilli or curry in it and usually a mixture of all. Now I can’t have any of these. Alcohol is a no no too but that's OK because my body seems to be rejecting it at the moment so that's no biggie. And chocolate is meant to be out but I laugh in the face of anyone that tries to take away my chocolate! Laugh and then cut them… evil little fuckers. Who do they think they are taking my god damned chocolate!?!
I am also on tablets for the next 4 months. Once that is up I go back and see how it is all going and if its gone then no more tablets YAY but if not I am back on them for another 4 months. Rinse and repeat… well swallow and repeat really…
Sadly the new diet thing is something that I have to stick to long term. Once it all settles down I will be able to slowly introduce them all back into my diet but definitely not in the excess as I have had in the past. That makes me cry. Luckily chocolate fixes the crying.
But on the plus with the exception of the weekend and when I am lying down I have only had baaaaaaad indigestion around 5 times this week which is heaven for me!!!
Oh just a quick note that I am going away on holidays as of next Friday so I will try to get a few extra posts in before then because there will be no updating for a full week, omg I think I’m going to pass out just thinking about it! We are going out to the middle of bumfuck (also known as “loose sphincter”) nowhere on a Road Trip! So I will have a bazillion photos when I get back
Here is a funny little convo that I had with boy about my Flickr a few days ago as well, enjoy!
Me: “Woo, I got another photo explored!”
Boy: “What is it of? My bum?”
Me: “No! As if!”
Boy: “Why not! My bum would so get explored!” Realisation dawns… “Holy crap! No it wouldn’t No it wouldn’t!
(Boy would like a disclaimer here… he does NOT have a loose sphincter!)
Thursday, 27 September 2007
Cheer up, emo kid!
Before I start I would like to put in a very strong disclaimer. I do NOT support Emo’s, I hold no time for them and really, they make me throw up in my mouth a little.
Now, onto the point of the day.
I like individuality, I am all for it which is why some weird miniscule section of my brain is feeling some sympathy towards today’s “Emos”. How is it they are any different from past mistakes? Do we not look back on the 80’s and cringe? The 70’s and sigh. Hell, those 1500’s broads weren’t too fashionable either!
I know it is hard to think that anything could be as tragic as those little rats hanging out around Hungry Jacks (wasn’t that my spot 5 years ago?!) so lets go on a little trip shall we?
I am going to leave out everything prior to the 70’s as this was when TV had started to mingle with music and was taking not just the sound but the “looks” to a much wider audience.
Now I know I will step on a lot of toes with my first look as most of you guys sway towards the punk friendly spectrum but really… I have to. And I am going to back it up with quotes n shit so don’t expect anything else I write to be as good as the next paragraph…
In the 1970’s we had the “punk” style. This was seen to be the hight of originality each person thought they were paving the way in their own style and fucking “the man” at the same time. Siouxsie Sioux was famously quoted as saying “What people don't understand is when punk started it was so innocent and not aware of being looked at or being a phenomenon and that's what everyone gets wrong.” Exactly, everyone was looking at them and copying. Original? My arse. In the back ground they had Malcolm McLaren and Vivian Westwood manufacturing their “originality”. But really I have to wonder if anyone truly thought that pimpled faces and torn pants, shirts, shoes… well everything, was a good look.
New wave… can I just say… that hair!
As much as I adore make up and think that the Pamela Anderson look is a stunner I just can not get my head around the New Romantics… that is just scary!
Goths with their moon tans attempting to dress Vampire-esque but only getting as close as corpse. They look even more then stupid in daylight and as much as I hate to relive that horrible teenage phase I have hung out with more then my fair share at “the deck” complaining their little undead hearts out about the heat. Here’s a tip – COLOUR! White! Try it; you might not suffer from dehydration next summer!
Ok this is the bit that will hurt me the most. This is my era of love and the styles that I actually enjoy wearing but really, grunge? People, shower! In the words of George Thorogood, “Get a haircut and get a real job!” And nobody ever looked good in a flannel. Other then A.J. in Empire Records…mmmm….
The new Millennium brought with it the Ravers, resembling semi-retarded kids with a penchant for fluro spandex.
And then M&M got everyone on the white boy homie bandwagon. Grown men with their pants around their knees showing off their Christmas boxers with giant tissue boxes on their feet and the inability to figure out which way a hat is meant to go.
And now? We have Emo. As much as I really wish I could say “skinny little white boys”, I can’t really segregate it to the weightless population, as Australia has a growing trend in obesity. This has lead me to have seen many more muffin tops overflowing from the skinny leg black jeans then I can care to remember. Skinny Legs only EVER look good on Kate Moss or the Olsen Twins, please remember that!
However this generation must have done some research, they have taken their whole look from past trends. We have the tight pants of Elvis, the skin care of the punks, the hair of a New Wave, the make-up of New Romantics, a colour chart rivaling any Goth, the emotional maturity of those damn ravers and I am sure under all that black somewhere they have the boxers that mummy bought them for Christmas.
So let us not boo and hiss when ever we see them (was that just me?) just think back to that horrid photo you have of your self from 5, 10 even 20 years ago that you can’t bring yourself to throw out but wouldn’t show it to anyone for the world. Maybe they’re not so bad after all (too far?).
Now, onto the point of the day.
I like individuality, I am all for it which is why some weird miniscule section of my brain is feeling some sympathy towards today’s “Emos”. How is it they are any different from past mistakes? Do we not look back on the 80’s and cringe? The 70’s and sigh. Hell, those 1500’s broads weren’t too fashionable either!
I know it is hard to think that anything could be as tragic as those little rats hanging out around Hungry Jacks (wasn’t that my spot 5 years ago?!) so lets go on a little trip shall we?
I am going to leave out everything prior to the 70’s as this was when TV had started to mingle with music and was taking not just the sound but the “looks” to a much wider audience.
Now I know I will step on a lot of toes with my first look as most of you guys sway towards the punk friendly spectrum but really… I have to. And I am going to back it up with quotes n shit so don’t expect anything else I write to be as good as the next paragraph…
In the 1970’s we had the “punk” style. This was seen to be the hight of originality each person thought they were paving the way in their own style and fucking “the man” at the same time. Siouxsie Sioux was famously quoted as saying “What people don't understand is when punk started it was so innocent and not aware of being looked at or being a phenomenon and that's what everyone gets wrong.” Exactly, everyone was looking at them and copying. Original? My arse. In the back ground they had Malcolm McLaren and Vivian Westwood manufacturing their “originality”. But really I have to wonder if anyone truly thought that pimpled faces and torn pants, shirts, shoes… well everything, was a good look.
New wave… can I just say… that hair!
As much as I adore make up and think that the Pamela Anderson look is a stunner I just can not get my head around the New Romantics… that is just scary!
Goths with their moon tans attempting to dress Vampire-esque but only getting as close as corpse. They look even more then stupid in daylight and as much as I hate to relive that horrible teenage phase I have hung out with more then my fair share at “the deck” complaining their little undead hearts out about the heat. Here’s a tip – COLOUR! White! Try it; you might not suffer from dehydration next summer!
Ok this is the bit that will hurt me the most. This is my era of love and the styles that I actually enjoy wearing but really, grunge? People, shower! In the words of George Thorogood, “Get a haircut and get a real job!” And nobody ever looked good in a flannel. Other then A.J. in Empire Records…mmmm….
The new Millennium brought with it the Ravers, resembling semi-retarded kids with a penchant for fluro spandex.
And then M&M got everyone on the white boy homie bandwagon. Grown men with their pants around their knees showing off their Christmas boxers with giant tissue boxes on their feet and the inability to figure out which way a hat is meant to go.
And now? We have Emo. As much as I really wish I could say “skinny little white boys”, I can’t really segregate it to the weightless population, as Australia has a growing trend in obesity. This has lead me to have seen many more muffin tops overflowing from the skinny leg black jeans then I can care to remember. Skinny Legs only EVER look good on Kate Moss or the Olsen Twins, please remember that!
However this generation must have done some research, they have taken their whole look from past trends. We have the tight pants of Elvis, the skin care of the punks, the hair of a New Wave, the make-up of New Romantics, a colour chart rivaling any Goth, the emotional maturity of those damn ravers and I am sure under all that black somewhere they have the boxers that mummy bought them for Christmas.
So let us not boo and hiss when ever we see them (was that just me?) just think back to that horrid photo you have of your self from 5, 10 even 20 years ago that you can’t bring yourself to throw out but wouldn’t show it to anyone for the world. Maybe they’re not so bad after all (too far?).
Wednesday, 19 September 2007
Convictions
If you are in or around Philidelphia between the 17-21st October stop in at the Big Bang Film Festival and catch the film Convictions which I did Make-up for a couple of years ago. You will even see my name in the credits :D And if you send me a photo of you in the film I will send you a prize! Not sure what that prize will be yet but you can be sure it will be pretty damn awesome!
Check out the website for more info:
Big Bang Music Festival
Convictions: the movie
Check out the website for more info:
Big Bang Music Festival
Convictions: the movie
Tuesday, 18 September 2007
Young cat, if you keep your eyes open enough, oh, the stuff you would learn! The most wonderful stuff!
First off – the endoscopoengong went well. I sat in a waiting room for 2 hours with my mother. Lovely of her to drive me and all, less lovely of her to act as if I am 12 and try to read all my medical forms and speak to my doctor as if I am not there, “She gets this pain all the time and she is doubled over constantly” WTF?! You have no idea! No it is not constant and no the reflux does NOT double me over it makes me stand straight- you have NO idea just SHUT UP! But thanks again for driving me. Then again this is the woman that insisted she came into the doctors office with me until I was 18 and I finally decided to get my own doctor. Only now I am stuck with stupid ones that know nothing Oh I’m ranting again. Sorry.
So I was wheeled in to the surgery room and the lady put the drip in my arm and told me to roll on my side. About 5 seconds later everything is all swirly and I’m all “Bitch has drugged m---“ Then I woke up coughing and it was 3 hours later. Thank kinda rocked! I need me some of that shit!
They didn’t find anything too interesting, just a bit of reflux that I could have told them was there. I get the results from my biopsy in the next couple of days, and then I will find out if I have what the doctors think I have. Will tell you all about that when I know more :)
Now, I bet your all like “Dude! Its 6:30am! ON A TUESDAY! WTF are you doing blogging! Get to work!” And I will be all “Dude! I’m sick as shit, leave me alone. But first, get me another roll of toilet paper, those tissue things are to damn expensive!”
Yes, I am holed up in bed with the flu. See the thing about the flu is when you don’t have it; you always forget how bad it really is. Boy has been suffering from it the last few days and I’m all “You’ll live, drink water. Can’t be that bad it’s just a flu. Now get up and make dinner I just have to upload this photo then check my comments and Ill be right there…. not” and now I’m all like “ooooohhh I’m dddiiiieeeeiiinnngggg *sneeze* love me!! Spoil me!!!! But if you touch me or laugh at me your balls will be come sultanas”
The doctor said this might happen. See because of the reflux whenever I lie down the acids come up my throat and make me sit up – basis for a crappy nights sleep! Spread this over 12 months and my immune system is working as hard as the pimply shit at Domino’s that always forgets to put garlic on my Olive and Garlic Supreme, fucking idiot. So yeh, I get the flu, grumble grumble grumble.
Now excuse me while I go get my camera and take a picture of myself all fluie and load it to flickr, nothing like cyber-sympathy to make everything ok :)
End note – funny little ditty for you – ways NOT to start a convo with someone that is expecting doctors results from you.
Me – I’m dieing
Anon – Oh shit… Is it from that fucking stomach thing??
Me – Ohh no! Not really dieing! I just have the flu!
So I was wheeled in to the surgery room and the lady put the drip in my arm and told me to roll on my side. About 5 seconds later everything is all swirly and I’m all “Bitch has drugged m---“ Then I woke up coughing and it was 3 hours later. Thank kinda rocked! I need me some of that shit!
They didn’t find anything too interesting, just a bit of reflux that I could have told them was there. I get the results from my biopsy in the next couple of days, and then I will find out if I have what the doctors think I have. Will tell you all about that when I know more :)
Now, I bet your all like “Dude! Its 6:30am! ON A TUESDAY! WTF are you doing blogging! Get to work!” And I will be all “Dude! I’m sick as shit, leave me alone. But first, get me another roll of toilet paper, those tissue things are to damn expensive!”
Yes, I am holed up in bed with the flu. See the thing about the flu is when you don’t have it; you always forget how bad it really is. Boy has been suffering from it the last few days and I’m all “You’ll live, drink water. Can’t be that bad it’s just a flu. Now get up and make dinner I just have to upload this photo then check my comments and Ill be right there…. not” and now I’m all like “ooooohhh I’m dddiiiieeeeiiinnngggg *sneeze* love me!! Spoil me!!!! But if you touch me or laugh at me your balls will be come sultanas”
The doctor said this might happen. See because of the reflux whenever I lie down the acids come up my throat and make me sit up – basis for a crappy nights sleep! Spread this over 12 months and my immune system is working as hard as the pimply shit at Domino’s that always forgets to put garlic on my Olive and Garlic Supreme, fucking idiot. So yeh, I get the flu, grumble grumble grumble.
Now excuse me while I go get my camera and take a picture of myself all fluie and load it to flickr, nothing like cyber-sympathy to make everything ok :)
End note – funny little ditty for you – ways NOT to start a convo with someone that is expecting doctors results from you.
Me – I’m dieing
Anon – Oh shit… Is it from that fucking stomach thing??
Me – Ohh no! Not really dieing! I just have the flu!
Wednesday, 12 September 2007
Endosocosomeandsomething
I finished off last week with an intense feeling of hatred to all things PhD (other then the PHD straightening irons, those things are great for curling your hair. Yet they call them a straightener... I've never figured that one out!). I have since gone to see someone that knows something out side of the common house hold flu and have been given a referral to an Endosocopoligist.
Sounds funky huh? Well it would if it were real. I don't actually know what the dude is but I know he's going to stick a camera down my throat and take pictures of my stomach.
I am really considering asking for copies of these to post on Flickr, reckon I could get one Explored?? Not that they will really be putting a Canon Rebel down there or anything, not sure how good the quality would be on those itty bitty cameras. Then again they have to pick up really small problems in your stomach so it's got to be pretty decent or at least have a serious zoom...
I digress.
So I am going to the hospital on Friday for that. A little worried about what they will find, but more worried that they wont find anything and I'll be back where I was with this devil pain and no diagnosis (Mylanta 12 times a day is not a cure people!!!). And really the thought of free morphine completely out ways all bads because seriously? That shit ain't cheap!
Also, I get to eat as much ice-cream as I want. Much like having your tonsils out, only I am 20 not 5 and I can enjoy the effects of the drugs, and when you eat ice-cream when you're sick it doesn't make you fat. It's a rule, like eating off someone else's plate. This is also a bonus as Boy and I went shopping on the weekend and both bought ice-cream for each other. We now have 2 litres of Boysenberry and 2 litres of Butterscotch Crunch. Neither of us eats ice-cream often. So it's a good thing I am getting this done, I am making sure we don't waste food!
Plus 3 DAY WEEKEND!!! I figure not only will the drugs give me a nice little needed rest I get to go on holidays where ever in the world I want without ever leaving my bed!!!
Once all that's done I am on to doing up the Baby Shower Invitations for the beautiful Catto.
If the invitations turn out crappy I am so blaming the morphine!
Sounds funky huh? Well it would if it were real. I don't actually know what the dude is but I know he's going to stick a camera down my throat and take pictures of my stomach.
I am really considering asking for copies of these to post on Flickr, reckon I could get one Explored?? Not that they will really be putting a Canon Rebel down there or anything, not sure how good the quality would be on those itty bitty cameras. Then again they have to pick up really small problems in your stomach so it's got to be pretty decent or at least have a serious zoom...
I digress.
So I am going to the hospital on Friday for that. A little worried about what they will find, but more worried that they wont find anything and I'll be back where I was with this devil pain and no diagnosis (Mylanta 12 times a day is not a cure people!!!). And really the thought of free morphine completely out ways all bads because seriously? That shit ain't cheap!
Also, I get to eat as much ice-cream as I want. Much like having your tonsils out, only I am 20 not 5 and I can enjoy the effects of the drugs, and when you eat ice-cream when you're sick it doesn't make you fat. It's a rule, like eating off someone else's plate. This is also a bonus as Boy and I went shopping on the weekend and both bought ice-cream for each other. We now have 2 litres of Boysenberry and 2 litres of Butterscotch Crunch. Neither of us eats ice-cream often. So it's a good thing I am getting this done, I am making sure we don't waste food!
Plus 3 DAY WEEKEND!!! I figure not only will the drugs give me a nice little needed rest I get to go on holidays where ever in the world I want without ever leaving my bed!!!
Once all that's done I am on to doing up the Baby Shower Invitations for the beautiful Catto.
If the invitations turn out crappy I am so blaming the morphine!
Tuesday, 4 September 2007
Doctors. I hate them.
And I don't just hate them for the normal reasons like the stab needles into your flesh or give you news that you will die in the next 3 months. No, I have bigger fish to boil with them.
From my experience, they dick you around.
Any thing that takes more then a pump of a blood pressure monitor and printing of a script, for the same little white antibiotics that must be saved on their desktop, is much too much work! Because really, the $100 per 10 minute appointment just can not cover them doing anything more then that!
I have recently had my 4th appointment in the last 12 months for the same damn thing. And you know what the doctor did this time? Put me on the same bloody tablets I was on 12 months ago, which, I pointed out to him, did NOTHING the first time!!!
See, I get heart burn, indigestion, gastro-reflux, whatever you want to call it I get a bloody painful feeling in my gut a LOT of the time. It all started about 1 year ago. I went to the doctors about it and she printed out a script for 20grams of Somac and pushed me out of her office, literally (suffice to say I never went back to her!)!
The drugs did nothing so 3 months later I went to another doctor. She sent me off for blood tests which all came back with nothing so no follow up appointment. Great job there!
By now I am getting a bit annoyed with doctors in general so I decide I can live with it. Heartburn is a bitch but I don't think its going to kill me. That is until I start throwing up daily.
Let me just say this. Nausea... Nearly as evil as doctors! There is nothing worse then sitting there for an hour being too scared to move one muscle because you know there will be a renactment of 'The Exorcist'. Regans got nothin on my projectiles!
So off I trudge to another doctor. This one thinks I must have a tummy bug (yes a 10 month tummy bug) and goes ALL out and sends me, not only for a blood test, but a urine test too (you really wanted to know that didn't you? I thought so.)! And, when both come back negative, he did nothing! Can you possibly believe?! A doctor doing nothing OMG!!!
By this stage I am ready to kill someone. I wake up with heartburn which gets worse if I don't eat straight away. Then during the day if I don't eat every 3 hours I get it. But, if I eat anything more then a few mouthfuls, up it all comes. So if I don't eat its indigestion, if I do eat I spew. Gotta love my body sometime!
I was ready to decide I am just a freak and I will have to live my life with a constant stack of Mylanta and water bottles next to me. But, that niggly little voice in the back of your head that tells you that something serious could go wrong here caused me to pick up the phone and make another doctors appointment.
I went back to the same guy as last time. Told him I was Jack of his shit and he better fix me or I was taking his arse to small claims tribunal for negligence! Ok, more I asked him to please fix me because I was getting sad.
And yes, he put me on the same drugs I was on a year ago. Told me to wait 2 weeks if it's still bad he will put me on more drugs.
So after 1 year, 3 doctors, 3 doses of medicine, and hundreds of dollars I still have no idea what is wrong with me, I still have to eat every few hours and I am still throwing up whenever I eat.
God I hate doctors!
From my experience, they dick you around.
Any thing that takes more then a pump of a blood pressure monitor and printing of a script, for the same little white antibiotics that must be saved on their desktop, is much too much work! Because really, the $100 per 10 minute appointment just can not cover them doing anything more then that!
I have recently had my 4th appointment in the last 12 months for the same damn thing. And you know what the doctor did this time? Put me on the same bloody tablets I was on 12 months ago, which, I pointed out to him, did NOTHING the first time!!!
See, I get heart burn, indigestion, gastro-reflux, whatever you want to call it I get a bloody painful feeling in my gut a LOT of the time. It all started about 1 year ago. I went to the doctors about it and she printed out a script for 20grams of Somac and pushed me out of her office, literally (suffice to say I never went back to her!)!
The drugs did nothing so 3 months later I went to another doctor. She sent me off for blood tests which all came back with nothing so no follow up appointment. Great job there!
By now I am getting a bit annoyed with doctors in general so I decide I can live with it. Heartburn is a bitch but I don't think its going to kill me. That is until I start throwing up daily.
Let me just say this. Nausea... Nearly as evil as doctors! There is nothing worse then sitting there for an hour being too scared to move one muscle because you know there will be a renactment of 'The Exorcist'. Regans got nothin on my projectiles!
So off I trudge to another doctor. This one thinks I must have a tummy bug (yes a 10 month tummy bug) and goes ALL out and sends me, not only for a blood test, but a urine test too (you really wanted to know that didn't you? I thought so.)! And, when both come back negative, he did nothing! Can you possibly believe?! A doctor doing nothing OMG!!!
By this stage I am ready to kill someone. I wake up with heartburn which gets worse if I don't eat straight away. Then during the day if I don't eat every 3 hours I get it. But, if I eat anything more then a few mouthfuls, up it all comes. So if I don't eat its indigestion, if I do eat I spew. Gotta love my body sometime!
I was ready to decide I am just a freak and I will have to live my life with a constant stack of Mylanta and water bottles next to me. But, that niggly little voice in the back of your head that tells you that something serious could go wrong here caused me to pick up the phone and make another doctors appointment.
I went back to the same guy as last time. Told him I was Jack of his shit and he better fix me or I was taking his arse to small claims tribunal for negligence! Ok, more I asked him to please fix me because I was getting sad.
And yes, he put me on the same drugs I was on a year ago. Told me to wait 2 weeks if it's still bad he will put me on more drugs.
So after 1 year, 3 doctors, 3 doses of medicine, and hundreds of dollars I still have no idea what is wrong with me, I still have to eat every few hours and I am still throwing up whenever I eat.
God I hate doctors!
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