Life between coffees.
Rae is out with most of the kids so it’s just me and Mr H for lunch. Henry is happy with reheated home made pizza and last night’s rice paper roll ingredients leftovers have made a very tasty salad for me. Happy accident lunches are some of the best.
aka The 7.00am rustler.
We’ve started re-doing the kids lounge room with the aim of making it a more kid friendly space. Part of this is getting rid of the arm chairs and replacing them with that great 70s (or for me, 80s) staple – the bean bag. The kids love ‘em, even if they do play havoc with Moo’s hair.
It’s so hard to find OddFellows these days that when I stumble across packs I scoop them up. This morning I found the mother load at an IGA and was very tempted to grab all 20 packets, especially as they were only $2.50. Sanity prevailed though and I just grabbed 4. They should get me through the day.
People talk of sweet irony…well here’s some fatty irony.
After my gall bladder removal I can now head off to Taco Bill and eat a mound of nachos, wash it down with barrels of alcohol and finish with 20 Death by Chocolates if I feel like and for the first time in years I’ll be in no threat of an excruciating attack of pain – just when I get to a stage in my life when the thought of cheese, drinks and sweets has turned in to a turn off.
Great timing as ever Tony.
But, given how good I feel these days, it’s an irony I can live with.
Ouch.
I had my gall bladder removed on Monday. Have to say the experience at John Falkner was a lot better than my emergency visit to Western Health this year, even if John Falkner seems incredibly cramped – like they are trying to squish a 21st century hospital in to an early 20th century building and just doesn’t quite fit.
Funny thing is this isn’t the first bit of my body I’ve removed at John Falkner. When I as 8(ish) I came down to Melbourne to what was then a Catholic hospital to have my tonsils out – I remember the building vividly and that I was in the same wing, although not too sure about the floor.
This time though my procedure was key hole and I was in for just one night. I’m still pretty sore (no pain as such, just bruising and discomfort where they poked and prodded me during the op) and I’m hoping that will go away over the next day or so.
The hardest thing is going to be remaining inactive though. I’m not meant to do any strenuous exercise for at least two weeks (no gym!). I’m already finding it hard not to lift stuff around the house or to just lie down and rest. In one way it’s good I’ll be able to resume my work quicker than if I was a manual worker but in another way it’s not so good ‘cause it’s very easy to sit at the PC and ‘just check my email’. I’ve done a little work today, probably more than I should have, so tomorrow I’m promising myself (and Rae) that I’ll stay lying down. I’ve started Homeland, so let’s see how far I can get in to that.
I’ve been going to the gym for three months now and, finally, today I got the numbers that show my changes over this time.
In three months I have :
Can you tell that today has been one of those days? Thankfully I noticed just as I was hopping in to the car.
We’re out of milk this morning, just enough for the kid’s breakfast.
“I’m just popping to the supermarket to get some milk so I can have a coffee” says dad.
“But dad, you don’t need coffee".” says Bert.
Ah son, you’ll learn one day.
Thought it was funny that my boys were both in the comics of The Age yesterday.
