Category: Diary

I don’t give it up easily, that’s for sure. Every time someone tries to get a needle in my arm it ends up being a battle royale between my arm and the syringe.

I had my bone/CT scan today to try and figure out what’s up with my foot. It took the guy five minutes to locate a vein in my arm, and even then he wasn’t that confident. “Um, I think I’ve got a tiny one on the side here,” he said after his first attempt failed. Thankfully it was just large enough to accept the radioactive dose. The same thing happens whenever I have to give blood, there’s always furrowed brows and much tapping of the arm before they can extract the tiniest of amounts.

It looks like there’s something wrong – there was a very bright white band across the middle of my foot. I won’t find out what it actually means until Friday though. Oh, and there was another bright white spot on the toe I damaged a while back. Maybe I did actually break it.

This weekend I scored 7 out of 8 in the footy tipping. You think I’d be pretty happy with that effort, but I’m not. The one game I missed was Geelong v Richmond. Yes, for the first time ever this year I’m tipping against my Tigers when I think they’ll lose and it’s having fantastic results. Not in the tipping, but 3 times I’ve tipped against us we’ve won. Guess I’ll be tipping Freo next week.

I get the message. I’m having a bone scan next week. Apparently it turns me in to radioactive man ’cause I’m not allowed to hold Albert afterwards so Nana Z has been brought in as chief baby wrangler. It’s an all day affair with an injection of Radioactivum (this may or may not be its name) in nthe morning and then the scan happens in the afternoon once I’m radiated enough to glow in the dark.

Now I wonder if I should tell her about my dodgy toe nail…

Sitting in the lounge tonight we hear sirens. They get louder, and louder.

“They’re in our street, or just around the corner.” says Rae and a second later they stop.

I grabbed the camera and ran outside, a fire engine was there and two ambulances followed moments later. I took a snap and then realised that the ambo’s where heading in to our elderly neighbours house.

Fingers crossed all is okay. The fire truck and ambulance are still there half an hour later.

UPDATE. Our neighbour, Joe, passed away last night.

Just ’cause I like my photo. Check Albert’s blog for before and after pics.

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Look what she bought me today.

400g of Cadbury Dairy Milk pleasure.

Bonus points to whoever can guess from the following clue what I bought this afternoon that made me a very happy camper.

“I don’t believe in reincarnation because I refuse to come back as a bug, or as a rabbit.”
“You know, you’re a real ‘up’ person.”

And then there’s the fact the Tigers won yesterday against the top of the ladder crows, the fact we bought a new washing machine today with the last of our wedding gift vouchers, that we now have Gremlins 1 & 2 on DVD ($16 for them both!) and the the marvellous Ren dropped off 12 cans of A & W Root Beer yesterday afternoon.

UPDATE

And the winner is Josh. I finally purchased ‘NEW order A COLLECTION’. All of their video clips in one great package, and I couldn’t be happier. Bert seems to be enjoying them too.

As Mel has already pointed out after what seemed an endless run of bleak, grey days here in Melbourne town the sun has finally put its hat on and come out to play. At the Malloy residence every door is open, as is every window. Three loads of washing are on the line, one is in the machine and another is piled ready to go. We’re ouside now with Bert having his morning tea (a rusk) while he sits in his swing. Bella is lying on her back soaking up the delicious rays and I’m working on the laptop in a t-shirt.

It’s too nice a day to waste, once this work is done Bert and I are off for a stroll. I think I can feel lunch at The Coat coming on.

Update

Bert and I had a lovely lunch in the garden at The Coat. You can see (courtesy of my phone) what Bert shared with me and their resident visiting cat on my Flickr page.

After more trouble with his, um, googlies, Shane Warne’s wife Simone has declared “I just want to hide under a palm tree with my kids”.

I wonder why she chose a palm tree? Why not a fir? Maybe a lemon? At the moment I’d probably choose a lime tree, it goes well in my Pepsi. And of all the places to hide under a tree probably isn’t the best place, you’re pretty easy to spot.

Happy Mothers Day my love.

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