Today’s Lunch – 20th November 2019

Published November 20, 2019 by helentastic67

Today’s Lunch

Good Mental Health Day

Happy hump day! It’s hot in Melbourne today! Have I ever mentioned how much I love hot weather? (Sarcasm) Yeah, that’s because I don’t! And I’m out in it……all day!

Even though my AVM (Artereovenous Malformation) has been fried with radiation so it’s not at risk of a bleed, a stroke or even blood flow but in hot weather my brain is not happy. My left side of my body works even worse than normal. So, my AFO and Shoe wears not quite right. My body compensates by just pushing through and smashing it out. I still have all the same deadlines. The same appointments to get to. At least once home I have air-conditioning and cold water in the fridge. Once home the cool change will throw my brain into a brain freeze. I predict a kip until my brain and body normalises. Welcome to my summer!

Meanwhile, luckily as I was here yesterday, much cooler. I had yummy sausage roll with relish and a side salad and medicine and macaron. Everything else had sold out!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Meanwhile, today’s lunch consisted of…….the brain grain salad. And medicine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Glad I’m at home for the most part tomorrow for an even hotter day!

Meanwhile my Egg-Dealer is back from his holiday in Queensland! Putting in a huge order. Hoping the eggs don’t fry in my apartment or hatch! Got a mental image of little chicks chasing Mika! “Muma? Muma?” To cement the image, I’m ordering 140 eggs! Poor Mika!

Aussie Slang

Published November 18, 2019 by helentastic67

Aussie Slang

It occurs to me I’ve not yet given any of the Aussie Slang a voice, or exposure. I’m sure other countries have words or phrases they use, that only locals use.

The evening cool news program I watch is sold as “News delivered differently” and it’s for the ‘young’ and by the young, I mean not old and by young, I mean me.

They will have a panel of different people who have different strengths and backgrounds. There is always a comedian to bring a bit of light and shade.

Then, there will be guests who often share terms that they have not encountered anywhere but here.

One such pearler… Shit-tone

Yes, you heard.

It means more than can be quantified.

You are welcome.

Dress Code

Published November 15, 2019 by helentastic67

Dress Code

I’ve received an invite to an event, I did put my hand up to go, so it’s not like I’m special.

The event is at a place called ‘Government House’ without mentioning what the event was in aid of, the point is it sounds special and impressive, right.

Also, it has a dress code.

Now, I don’t know if any of you realise, but I do not have an exciting wardrobe these days. If unsure, No, I don’t.

The invite states

“Men: Lounge suit.

Women: Accordingly,”

Um? Do I get free reign? I’m taking it to mean I don’t need to wear a suit or dress, but I should dress appropriately.

Not like I’ve got my Hoochie-on or a like a slag. I don’t know where ‘Hoochie’ came from but, a slag is rather 80’s term for a woman with loose morals.

To be continued…

Today’s Lunch – 13th November 2019

Published November 13, 2019 by helentastic67

Today’s Lunch

Good Mental Health Day

Last week I mentioned an exhibition opening I was to attend. That whole day did go to plan thankfully, including an hour kip and getting back to the city with 10 minutes to spare to see Dylan Moran at Hamer Hall. Hilarious!

These were my two favourite portraits in the exhibition. I didn’t even take one of mine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Opening Doors project will launch its website early December. I’ll share the link then.

Well, needing a calm lunch as my regular girl Wednesday has taken leave to go to Disneyland. With a different carer than usual. I suggested a postcard for her favourite client and I was told she would be too busy. I was serious the first time I suggested it but after that I was just teasing her.

Yesterday, after going to the AGM (Annual General Meeting) I had my nice monthly migraine for the rest of the day! You may wonder if going to the advocacy group I attend e dry on this worth the pain? It’s necessary connected. To network and connected to ‘my’ even if all the time I’m reminded I don’t fit in with ‘normal’ people that I am always desperate to connect with in some long-lasting way. I am often left feeling even more alone. Or in some way unworthy. Yeah, it’s super!

Today’s offering is a bolognaise arancini with side salad and medicine.

Anonymous

Published November 11, 2019 by helentastic67

Anonymous

I think I might need to write a book one day, which I will need to publish under a pseudonym and that would be because it would definitely require a warning about antidepressants and a requirement from pharmaceuticals to do something about the crazy dreams I keep having.

Case in point:

I’m with a group of guys (I don’t know, but I seem to in this reality), a guy is walking me around a shop pointing out which things to grab. He seems not to care who sees or hears him. We are in a shop with jewellery, crystals and incense. There are a lot of crystal figurines and such, it’s not a place I recognise.

Later in the evening, I’m back in the shop with now a group of guys, I’m walking around grabbing the items that were earlier pointed out to me. I put my hand into my bag and pull out my Nanna granny shopping bag. I find it’s inside out and I can’t quickly put it in the right way one handed. I ask the guy closest to me if he will help and we both notice at the same time he has a matching bag. We wordlessly brush it off. Embarrassing and I put the items in my bag anyway.

We escape the shop as the police arrive, darting down a quiet street in a residential area. It’s a long weekend and there are a few taxi’s about to fill up with families, young children and luggage. There are terrace houses, I don’t recognise with small front yards and a footpath that cuts along the first of all of them.

I’m alone now, walking along the footpath that is raised up along an embankment. I don’t remember which house I’m to go in. I’m not faster than the guys, just got there a different way. Two of the guys are now nearby telling me which house to duck into.

Later, I’m moving through a busy marketplace and going down some metal stairs with a handrail. Not very accessible but I manage going down my left foot on each step.

Left foot. Left foot.

My adrenaline is rushing. I get to the bottom of the steps and I’m in a weird kinda tattoo/hairdressers. One of the guys I was with earlier is standing there and before he had longer hair and now, he has a very blunt doo at just under his ears. Not stylish at all. While we are not alone, I still give him some sass. I give him some shit about his new hairdo, it’s terrible.

It was done so he can be unrecognisable if he is caught. All of a sudden, I realise my hair is down, all curly and fluffy around my shoulders. I feel the whizzing around my head.

Next, the police come in behind me, I’m on my knees and the haircut is nearly complete. My lost vision as I came awake is me with a mostly buzzed off hairstyle with what was left of my hair coming out from somewhere off the top/back of my head, a long thick dry messy plait.

I’m told, dreams are from a parallel universe, I just think pharmaceutical companies could do something better.

Please hit ‘Like’ if you made it this far.

I woke from this dream this morning and it’s taken all day to write it own. Are your dreams as vivid?

 

Expectations

Published November 8, 2019 by helentastic67

Expectations

It’s really easy when you have an emotional detachment from issues that you can problem solve or find a solution to things when they are not your problems. You can assess the pros & cons and have a realistic expectation.

It’s easy to notice when people change and ??? when things in their live don’t go the way they would prefer.

I have found my circle of friends thin out over recent years, since my diagnosis and disability. Let me give you an example:

Once upon a time, well in last three jobs I worked in, office roles. Doing admin TPO Training Placement Officer) etc. The first job I ended up working up to having admin under my position and I was training them.

One woman, let’s call her ‘Sticks’ (she was tall and slim- don’t real any more it’s it) ‘Sticks’ and I worked there together and the next two places together. I saw her every day or had a conversation on the weekends of some sort.

She and I came from completely different walks of life. She still lived at home, still shared a room with her sister, yet managed to have sex. SEX! Every day with her boyfriend.

To be fair, her version of sex wasn’t mine, however that part is. When we no longer had that common thread, she got a different job (where she imagined she would have more time) and she would see me more.

Spoiler Alert: this did not happen.

For a little while after my treatment and before my hair had grown back and I’d started to see the ‘fall-out’ from my treatment, I’d go do lunch with ‘Sticks’ at the workplace I used to work at. I’d see the people I used to work with also. There was that sense of community I’d been part of, but no longer subscribed to. So for a little while the contact continued. I’d crank her (when you call someone and head up just as they got to the phone – which was something fun I used to do to her in the office, as I’d see her standing not far from her desk across the partitions in the office, so I could tell just how long to ring her and the conversations I’d have over the phone when she was forced to talk in code to have people around  her not know what she was talking about or who) and on a rare occasion she’d call me at midnight. Yes, I know, midnight, wait

Because we were both awake and she wanted to pick my brain about getting or qualified for a mortgage. Wait! I know, I asked myself that question already. What do I know about getting a mortgage? Do I have one? No! I do not. But I would have a credit rating.

I’ve been a renter for so long, to sit down and work out how much rent I’ve spent, not on a mortgage and I’ve had household accounts with my name on them and while I’ve not recently owned a car or ever had a car worth much.  (I had a poor art student car in the form of a Chrysler Galliant from the mid ‘90’s, but did I mention it was a mid 70’s model?) and I have had a Visa for some time.

So, the moral of the story is the less in common you have with your old friends, the less likely you will maintain that friendship.

And it is no-one’s fault, it just is what it is.

 

Today’s Lunch – 6th November 2019

Published November 6, 2019 by helentastic67

Today’s Lunch

Good Mental Health Day

Again, another Wednesday where lunch may not even happen. I have a long day planned. Fingers crossed it goes to plan. Which means maybe the best way to explain, is to share?

Today, a carer to help me get it together and get out for the day. So far, so good. Make a call or two over breakfast. My second carer arrives and we depart, deliver a container to my local cafe and pay for tomorrow’s late lunch for my masseuse Caroline and I to share. Off to my chiropractor. Then the pet shop. Bosley has found a home! Yay! My girl-Wednesday and I visit Nelly’s Arc every week. It’s where I found my Mika.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nelly’s Arc is supplied by the Neko Lounge.

Next, I’m off to the city to go to an exhibition opening. I participated in a project about what a home means to people with disabilities. A group of us were interviewed, filmed for a website, photographed in our homes then an exhibition was created with photos also. It’s great to be part of something useful to a broader community, that gives people an insight into the lives of people with disabilities.

Then, off home for a kip! I actually have scheduled a kip for special reasons. Alarm! (I hate setting an alarm! But up, early dinner. Keep cup of medicine then a tram to the city. Meeting Caroline at Hamer Hall to see a comedian. Dylan Moran! I’ve seen him twice already so I already know he is very funny. If you are not familiar with his work you should check him out. He was also in the very hilarious series called Black Books. I am overdue to re-watch this show. I shall let you know next Wednesday.

Dylan Moran

I did get to sort of have lunch on the train into the city. I think I survive by preparing things in advance for busy days. I had a croissant with ham & cheese. That I baked, froze, defrosted then completely flattened in my panini press!

Well, this is the plan at least!

Cheers, H

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