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Crisis

Published November 8, 2021 by helentastic67

Crisis



I’ve recently suffered another birthday. Did I suffer? No! Given the alternative, I’d rather suffer another birthday.

I turned 48, yes! I know you were all wondering, so I just ripped the band-aid off. I don’t even have an issue with being this age. What’s in a number?

I’m going to start to bring into my writing influences of age and wisdom. Maybe this post should be called that? But it won’t always be subtle, but it will be there.

My beautician (yes! I’m that age where I consider I have one of those), one day I turned to ask how her day was and she had spent her morning helping a younger lady because she was not even upset but distraught because she was about to turn (wait for it!) 30.

Did you hear me? Fucking 30! Eye roll!

I asked said beautician (let’s call her J), “Did you slap her?” I am not about to shame the much younger generation so hang in there. Allow me to teach you something?

Up until 20, you learn, you play really. You know NOTHING, you think you know everything. Then your 20’s. In your 20’s, you sort out who you are in life. You hopefully work hard, play harder, but you settle into the who you will grow up to be maturity.

Then 30, again, say it with me now. FUCKING 30.

That’s when you should be able to not need to make the big decisions in life. They should be done with and should still be working hard and be able to play harder too. So, it is to say, I know I’m not ‘young’ anymore. But I’m not old either.

I learned some years ago I was no longer ‘Young’, when I saw a ‘cool’ pair or streetwear jeans on a younger girl and she and her friend were getting off the same train I was getting off, I said “cool jeans!” and she said nothing and after getting off the train, she and her friend shared an embarrassing giggle.

I clearly wasn’t asking where to buy them. I did my streetwear jeans like a pro in my 20’s and now my left foot would get tangled and I would fall over. Let alone, I can’t get in and out of jeans in a hurry when I need to, or I just can’t do jeans anymore.

But a lesson to the ‘young’, when someone is giving you a compliment, be graceful. One thing is required of you and I want you to practice it with me now. Say “Thank you”

Some old lady (me in this case) used to be you and she just appreciates what you have going on, even though she no longer can. That is the correct and only thing required of you. Most importantly, you will be old(er) one day too. (If you are lucky)

Now, to the older generation.

I know, I’m not as old as you, I already make the noises you make when I get up and to the older generation. You have not survived two world wars, one maybe. My friend Bette survived the second world war. She was fostered out of London, from her parents to stay with a family on a farm back in that era. The government paid the families to feed them and she tells me they used them as slave labour.

Anyway, I digress

I’m saying, I am old enough to recall a time when there was such a thing as customer service. Oh, what’s that? It’s when someone greets you when you go into a store and just in passing asks you how you were, it’s a friendly way to let people know you are there if you need any assistance and you would assist people even if it meant directing them to another store. Because the mentality was, if you wanted good customer service they would come back.


The irony is even with my blogging process, my cafe/writing process and my now Girl-Friday typing up my posts and the fuck you Covid putting a serious kink in my access to cafes to write and here we are I only just turned 48!

Not complimenting too many young people these days, but still intend to.

Hate

Published November 1, 2021 by helentastic67

Hate

It’s a strong word and by November every year, it’s an emotion I find I’m overwhelmed by. It’s when I also purposely don’t write. I just shut down and deal because I’m so very grumpy, but if I never write about it, maybe everyone out there in the world will never know they are not alone.

So, months later, ok two months later, I sit to write, hopeful that the strong case of grumpy (or hate) has mellowed sufficiently so people I know don’t all quickly reach for the pills or razors or tequila (just don’t do it!).

Later October it’s my birthday, I mean, I normally try to upsize all of October to make it “my month” But while Covid kicked everyone in the face in 2020, the few things I look forward to in October, I missed out on. Going out for lunches, cake, coffee and adventures.

My birthday generally sucks anyway and not because It’s when we get older. Whatever, who gives a Tutti Frutti. (Trying to swear less this year? See how long that lasts!) but my birthday is not a big celebration.

Not since my 8th birthday when my baby sister was born and a year later, we were both sick on my 9th birthday and her 1st birthday. So, 15 months and a week after her birth, she passed away from cancer. It was very ordinary.

To say in the early 80’s people, family, complete strangers did not know how to deal with the grief of losing someone so young. Still don’t, but really didn’t back in the ’80s. So, anyway birthdays suck. Check!

November rolls around and I have to start thinking and planning what is happening for Christmas. The ladies, my mum, two sisters, one partner at sister and me, that’s five. Check!

We go out for a lovely lady’s lunch, somewhere nice. Often expensive. There is wine (not for me, thanks) yummy dessert and banter. The exchanging of gifts to be unwrapped later (maybe).

My older sister is often issued the warning “No shakey, shakey!” She is terrible, can’t help herself. It’s hilarious.

Money is always an issue, some of us worry about money, some don’t. So, there is a balance of power thing going on. Then there’s actual Christmas, who will be where? My mum and younger sister live in the country, I lived there with them for two years around 2000. The home is perfect for them and putting a third in the mix unhinges us all. Upon arrival there I’m issued a warning as soon as I get out of the car. Be careful. There is the constant OH & S (Occupational Health and Safety) warning. Yeah, I get it. It’s a fucking hazard! (That didn’t take long, did it?) I could slip or trip or just plain face-plant. There was the year I stepped onto my mum’s front verandah to smell the fresh country air. This was the warning I received, “Be careful! If you go for a walk over by the water tank! There’s a snake living in the weeds!” To which I promptly turned around and went back inside. FUCK NO! I did not come home to be messing with any snakes. No! No! No! No! No!

My older sister and her now fiancé, live in the opposite direction. We all used to gather down there so we had Christmas together, they have a holiday house that meant we could stay there without being all over each other. Obviously, there is always a matter of who does the most on the day in the kitchen, but even one-handed I can pack a dishwasher like a Pro and I do my share as best as I can. But I miss the fun times in the kitchen, planning some yummy pasta dish for Christmas Eve, the hands on making of it, the hunter, gathering to prepare all the ingredients, etc too. Unfortunately, I am excluded and that hurts.

For about 4-5 years now I’ve gone home to my mum’s. Yawn, the place I lose my independence as soon as I arrive. We are all tired, grumpy and have our own interests. By which I mean I am not sitting and watching Survivor or MasterChef episodes from earlier in the year. Just NO!

So, I spend a lot of time alone. Mum gives me her bedroom so I can spread out. I take my cat (normally) who stays down that end of the house. We hibernate, I binge watch my TV shows too, because when I come out to see what’s happening, I’m literally shooed away. And if I don’t go home to mum’s, my older sister doesn’t think to include me. There’s the whole cat/dog ratio thing too.

Dog people/ Cat people!

When I have taken my cat home, they also have a cat, and they need to be kept apart. There’s are outdoor neighbourhood cats, they roam, looking for food. What a nightmare.

My father? Oh, my parents divorced twenty-five years ago, after twenty-five years of marriage. Don’t get me started, from my mum I never hear the end of it. I love both my parents.

I try every at Christmas, to see my father when I’m up north and It’s hard because my dad is not completely understanding all of my disability quirks. He is just very opinionated that I must move out of the city so one day maybe I can save some $$$$’s for a deposit and own something one day. He does not live in Helen’s real world. He does not know; he would not understand and there’s no point trying to teach him.

So, people think I’m included in Christmas and that’s the end of the stay. Last year (2020) I stayed home alone in the city, because it was better than being somewhere I need help all the time and lose my independence immediately.

Christmas and family time. I’m just saying. It’s death by 1000 cuts.

In January, I’m just glad IT’S OVER! I get next year off.

Today’s Lunch – 24th July 2019

Published July 24, 2019 by helentastic67

Today’s Lunch

Good Mental Health Day

I’m writing this with a migraine so cut me some slack.

Have been the usual way too busy, last Friday I went to the launch of the first Changing Places in Darebin (that’s my council district) in Preston. It still had that fresh/never used smell which I imagine won’t last long. Thankfully, my mobility won’t mean I ever need to use it. Not complaining!

Sunday saw the arrival of the ladies in my family arrive for the celebration of my mums 70th! Logistically, I’m more in the middle so mum booked a Japanese banquet close to me and I did thousands more steps than I normally rack up! (It’s normally 26 steps, which is the distance from my bed to the couch a few times!)

I had a moment before mum arrived at the restaurant to seek my sisters’ partners advice. I did show the Aussie Slang card to mum and she did laugh but she would not have been pleased had I given it to her. I would never by the way.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I confess I’m not big on raw fish. At one point, my younger sister (30) commented to me “it’s tuna! It tastes like jello!” No, it didn’t. It felt like slime. I’m much more into tempura and definitely the green tea ice cream.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now, today’s fine offering is panino Milanese with salad and medicine!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lastly, a shout-out to my Young John and his wife Young Betty who are currently in Greece and to my lovely masseuse and friend Caroline who is in Italy with her husband! Where the rule of no pasta for health reasons sadly still applies. Speaking of pasta.

Young John & Betty

Italy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Last Friday my Girl Friday and I did pasta on Smith Street Collingwood. Here is a before and after picture.

Pasta Before

Pasta After

 

 

 

Today’s Lunch – 13th March 2019

Published March 13, 2019 by helentastic67

Todays Lunch

Today’s Lunch

Good Mental Health Day

Today, I am going to start with a free gift. What? I know. I never. Your welcome! Wait, what?

Free Gift

You know I’m part of a self-advocacy group of people with brain injuries and a project was to create an App for free download to help people anywhere in the world with brain injuries. Or not……who want to see me live! And talking……..if you dare.

https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.braininjurymatters.abiwise&hl=en

Yeah, it’s when I realised, I’ve a face for radio, but full disclosure, I am very low maintenance these days and no matter what I always look stoned or hungover. Awful when you are never either. I’m just tired and after a long weekend and an early start Tuesday shy of a migraine! Yeah, that was yesterday.

Looking stoned

Oh, met some people from just south of Seattle in the city yesterday. I took them part way on my way to the Pancake Parlour, as they just looked lost. I love offering complete strangers in the city directions. It’s even better when I know where they are wanting to go. Too easy! They were really lovely.

Giving directions

Happy to be doing my usual punchy/stabby day! Really need to be well-adjusted today and even better to have a nice lunch, today’s lunch is Calabrese pizza with the side salad and my medicine.

PizzaLatte

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is the birthday cupcake extravaganza I presented my carer on Monday and the French Toast I made her, complete with cuppa tea in my wonder woman mug. (Yeah, she is!)

Birthday muffinFrench Toast

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cheers,
H

 

Today’s Lunch – 31st October 2018

Published October 31, 2018 by helentastic67

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Today’s Lunch

Good Mental Health Day

Before I get started, how good is pineapple? I have recently rediscovered pineapple! Not big on fruit and hate buying it and it dying before I remember to eat it. So, very happy to introduce non-Australians to our very cool Big things. The big pineapple!

The Big Pineapple
Had my once a year haircut last Friday………here’s some pictures of my new hairdressing salon!

Annual Haircut

And because I stretch out my birthday celebrations for a week, here’s some photos of my actual birthday lunch. On the way over, Google Helen (giggle Helen) provided directions. You don’t come to my part of town and rely on google!

Including my Blood Orange mocktail with rosemary, and things I’ve forgotten. A amazing shoulder roast lamb, with salad, corn on the cob and zucchini chips and (OMG) Saganaki (haloumi cheese grilled with figs) mmmmmmmmmmmm…….

And Monday, my favourite cake from my favourite cafe. I can never recall what it’s called so when ordering I describe it as “chocolate salted caramel thing?” And Gabriel will tell the new-be what it’s called. I convinced Caroline to share it with me. Each bite all she could say was “Oh My God! That’s Amazing!” Which is why I took a second piece home. To last me the rest of the week.
Hey! No judgement. It’s birthday week! There are no calories in birthday week!

Chocolate cake

And a few weeks ago I got to an exhibition in West Melbourne with a friend to catch a chic I was at high school with back in the day. She is an artist who is based in New York! This is some of her smaller work. She did these in her last visit a few months ago so they could go in this group exhibit.
I always find myself at these arty things thinking why does this woman look familiar? (She is thinking the same thing of me) and I go through the rolodex of my history as to where we may have crossed paths? Oh, at one of my artists friends’ openings. Still got it!

Art 1Art 2

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Art 3

 

Art 4

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And as I’ve finally even able to have someone get me to appointments on a Wednesday. Wednesday has resumed normal programming. Today’s offering. Pumpkin Arancini with side salad with my  medicine.

Pumpkin AranciniLatte

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cheers,
H

 

Mika

Mika

Today’s Lunch – 20th June 2018

Published June 20, 2018 by helentastic67

Todays lunch

Today’s   Lunch

Good Mental Health Day

Now, for something a little different. Are you aware I spend my Saturdays off-grid? No emails, no mobile, no touching my diary. Don’t do ‘Adult’ and if I can avoid it barely do ‘Person’ (No shoes, no bra, no having to be polite to people) so, Saturday went like this, Melbourne collected by my sister and her partner around 9am.Jerrilderie, Tocumwal, Griffith and a 70th birthday party and a cousin’s reunion. Haven’t seen most of my relatives on my mum’s side since my grandfather’s funeral over ten years ago. I hadn’t had my disability for long and thankfully not too many questions about what I did, or what happened to my arm.  It there’s nothing like being asked how often I see my older sister who only lives 90 minutes away, how often we see each other since we live so close and my sister stepping back to let me answer. Twice a year, to kill a conversation. Isn’t there always an assumption that if someone in a family is sick or broken that people can put their own stuff aside to help? My sister mentioned being busy. She has just been in Europe for a month’s holiday. Great pictures by the way.

Family reunion

In general, I’ve found if you are not married or in a relationship, don’t have children and don’t work, nobody really asks anything. Oh, I was asked how I was, sure but you know the only answer I gave was “Good. Yeah, good. I’m here!” What am I meant to say? But really, there’s not much to be done about it. I did however meet my second cousin, he was still in a high chair. What just happened? They are prolific breeders up in New South Wales. (I don’t mean to make that sound wrong) So, here are some fun photos.

You know you are in a small country town when you see this.

Pastries

And the Ned Kelly things.

Ned Kelly

And the only photo I took of our motel in Griffith. Seemingly, the land of oranges and grapevines.

Motel

And impressively, with all my years of clubbing in Melbourne and playing my music obnoxiously loud, I’ve never been to a party where all of a sudden around 11pm, we realised it had gotten quiet outside only to be told the police had come and shut the party down. Neighbours had complained about the music and the police agreed it wasn’t even very loud. Outside it was very cold and this was a great source of warmth, if you could be on a constant rotisserie.

Fire pit

Never has my favourite App on my phone been so abused. Yes, the weather App. 9 degrees outside and the most important part. “feels like 4”. They also breed them tough in New South Wales. Clearly.

Cold Weather

Oh, not to mention the birthday cake?  Did I mention, they are a family and generation of sewers.

Birthday Cake

And the CWA approved Pavlova!

Pavlova

So Sunday, back to Melbourne. Left Griffith around midday. How long did it take to get back? I hear you ask? All friggin day! Seriously, so far! We came back via Yarrawonga and stopped to catch up with my dad. He doesn’t live there but is there regularly. Lunch, lemon, lime and bitters with a coffee for the road.

Plane

 

And, where were we?

Today’s lunch!

I got distracted by talking to real people. They were lovely. Had pizza today, no salad. Just pizza.
And medicine. Have been watching the pizza show by some Italian hipster dude from New Jersey.
So, let there be pizza!
PizzaLatte

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There is only Chiro today. No acupuncture. Might need extra medicine today

Chiropractor

Hot off the Press – 30th October 2017

Published October 30, 2017 by helentastic67

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Hot off the Press

Another. Crazy week is under way already!

Learned a new term the young kids are using now……Pods! Ok, not the young kids but Pods is short for Podiatrist and I got to see one just in time for my NDIS review on Tuesday. I had never met this woman before and she was the coolest chick and we clicked immediately. And she is only days from maternity leave so I have to wait a whole year before she returns…….but she is going to follow Hellonwheels! Yeah me!

Podiatrist

Mum arrived around 11pm to prepare for my big meeting with the NDIS and we did this by going to bed well after midnight. No, not preparing for our big meeting but just doing stuff. What can I say? We are not morning people.

Tuesday, arrived at my review with the NDIA just in time. Struggled to find their location and the Planner I was expecting to see had been given a different job only last Friday so the Planner we did see had only been given my file two minutes before she met us. (To her credit she coped very well) My CM (Case Manager) had made it in the nick of time and I think the three of us make a pretty good team.

NDIS

Fingers crossed I get some things actually paid for this time. I’m trying to get them to cover my shoes, at $440 a pair they are the most expensive shoes I have ever owned (and I’m trying to get two pairs), I’m trying to get my monthly psychologist appointments covered as this good mental health comes at a cost, then my weekly chiropractor appointments. Everybody thinks they keep Helen upright and walking and talking but they don’t, my chiropractor does.

Shoes

Mum and I had a late lunch sitting in a fast food location close to home. Doesn’t happen often so it was very, very good. No teasers here. Stopped to scoop up some medicine (coffee) from a local independent wog supermarket close to home. Mum bought a huge slab to take home. Plenty of jokes that we would be OK for a day or two.

Fast food

Home again, medicine, pills and off to my B Team beautician for some waxing, 1/2 leg and under arms. Again, 10milograms of Oxy Norm, I have found is my Happy Place. My left leg doesn’t have the same sensation but when I get them waxed they still hurt the same. Legs itchy for the rest of the night.

Waxing

Mum too tired to cook her amazing fish so took us to a great Vietnamese restaurant to pick up some take away. The woman always looks at us like “These white people don’t know what to order.” Too tired to do any food styling…..  Order was veggie spring rolls wrapped in lettuce leaves with a mint leaf inside, then dipped in dipping sauce.

Spring Rolls

Followed by beef in black bean sauce on rice. My favourite. Then finished with something they call two Colour!

Two colours

It is this weird drink with red kidney beans in the bottom, green gelatine in the middle and ice on top with coconut milk on top. It’s weird but interesting. It melts some while you are eating so you finish with it. Not like a dessert but a cleansing way to finish. By 9pm I wasn’t sure I would make it to midnight. Was already in my PJ’s. At midnight I had finally caught up on the admin and happy not to start Wednesday behind the eight ball. Next!

Wednesday, the calls to start arranging the stuff to move has begun! What has a girl got to do, just to get a call answered? Rang a place so long today, there was an outgoing message stating they were too busy so to call back later. I just laughed and my mum queried …. Is that it? Shit like this for me these days is like water off a duck back. I have yet to signed my new lease but am trying to get my bond funded, my first month’s rent covered as my new rent will be under 55% of my income it will qualify me for assistance. Trying to get ahead of the chaos! Rang for bond assistance and the guy sounded like he was going to direct me to call the previously mentioned organisation and I told him if he said I had to call them, I would come down and punch him! (Most others realise my sense of humour and laugh but I think he really thought I would go punch him). I think he lightened up somewhat when I mentioned I’d had bond assistance many times previously and it had always been returned! (implying I was a rare but good client)

Call centre

Had my mum taxi today so didn’t see Young John again this week. Had lunch with mum and did Chiro…….Quick visit to Bella who decided to come out of her warm bed to get some attention. Visit with the lovely beautician and made it in time to see my acupuncturist but he had already stabbed everyone for his 3.30pm session so he told me it was my school friends fault. He loves to remind me I went to high school with the current Victorian Premier. (Daniel Andrews) I keep reminding him we had not been friends. Mum scooped me up and we went home.

Mums taxi

My older sister and partner dropped in and collected the first batch of plants to go to a new home.  My new apartment will have limited space for plants…….sadly. I must also find a new home for my 500+ outdoor pets that come with their own plastic home……I’m referring to my worm farm. Get it? Long day! Mum left around 8pm for the long drive home after spending some time reporting my plants ready for the move and weeding. She can’t help herself, my backyard is much more manageable than her acre and a quarter. It’s now midnight and I’m still attempting to catch up on my admin.

Plants

Oh, had a call today about my Friday service. You recall, the one where my regular carer is currently away? The backup carer I am told is unavailable…….(I think she just isn’t confident parking in my driveway) and they wanted to know if I would be OK to cancel until my regular chick is back? My brain hurts! Did I mention, this service is my weekly shopping? And my homecare and only food prep assistance? I had to suggest they find me someone, or would they outsource it to another agency? I ended up swopping my own shift to another agency and luckily, they found someone for four hours, no food prep assistance. Any wonder I have a migraine!

Carer

Thursday, usually a prelude to my off-grid Saturday. I had a rather lazy start to the day and a friend arrived around 3.30pm and we went for a long drive to the Cat Lounge in a neighbouring suburb, this was my first ever visit. My companion, I fondly refer to as the crazy cat lady, number of cats two currently and let’s not talk about that. Straight away she was “Look at the kitties!” I think I was a bit speechless. I was offered a locker for my bag, and I now realise they want to discourage you taking in cat treats and such. I took my bag in as I wasn’t fazed to have a cat rub itself against it. (All the better to sneak a cat out in my bag, right?) Joke! http://www.neko.org.au/neko-hq/

CatsCats 1Cats 2Cats 3

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cats! Cats! Everywhere Cats. Some sleeping on the top of things like Trees, inside mushrooms. Running around, just everywhere. Have I mentioned my older sister is allergic? This is her idea of hell. Poor luv. When we arrived, there was a guy sitting at the table with his laptop and phone. I noticed a black feline curled up on his lap. He sounded to be a frequent visitor choosing to do his ‘work’ there once a week. He seemed reluctant to leave the black kitten. Suggesting it wouldn’t be there much longer. We both sat down and cats chose to come by for attention and others came to lounge on the couches with us. Mmmmmmmmmmm. I queried how many cats were in residence and suggested a game of Where’s Wally? But for the cats. Ms Tina was very good at Where’s Wally, I pulled a chair out from under the table to sit next to a rather large cat who didn’t seem prepared to move for anybody. The chair was covered in fur and I sat down anyway, you bet I did. She was a really sweet older cat who has already been adopted. So she had nothing to work for. I moved around to meet the different cats and even greeted the new arrivals tucked away in the corner. I offered a few kind words and a finger for a sniff and a tickle. I sat on an armchair and a cheeky female kitten (7 months old) came and I helped her settle up towards my right shoulder. She was cradled by my one good hand, but close enough for me to rub my cheek on. She just stayed there cleaning herself and settled into my Marino Wool jumper (Don’t know what I was thinking) we stayed that way for about 20 minutes, when I realised she had already been adopted. She is going to turn a dog guy into a very happy cat man! (A couple has adopted her) There was a 15-year-old cat called Maxine in the corner contentedly sleeping on an armchair, he had apparently been surrendered by his owner because his girlfriend wasn’t into cats) I know I sound judgie however, I couldn’t be with a guy who was prepared to give up his cat. Arrived home and got onto to phone calls. Still time in the day to order consumables (food handling gloves) and I’ve already started making calls about relocating my services to the new apartment. Because it’s only a month away and then I can get a new fur Baby!

Here are some photos from the Cat Lounge in Preston.

Cat LoungeHelen and catBored catCat Lounge 2

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ah Friday, my last day of being 44. (Yes, you heard right!) my normal day of squashing everything together with the assistance of carers started earlier than normal as my regular chick is still away. I managed to get the lovely woman from one of my other agencies again this week. Having discussed all things yummy, pastry, naughty goodness last week she arrived with a custard ’thing’ in hand.

birthday
Allow me to explain, in the week of your birthday, all calories don’t count. Well, I don’t count them, I don’t care at all about them, but more sugar is consumed and preferably shared in this week over any other time. Long day! Very long day. Including an extra trip to my chiropractor as my neck has been particularly ordinary. I’ve had a bit of a migraine all week. Yeah, I get those ones that feel like something is inside your eye sockets trying to push your eyeballs out with a spoon but not enough to cripple you and you must take to your bed. Super, right? Mmmmmm, no! So, extra Chiro visit and extra visit, to my favourite cafe! Thanks to my friend who scooped me up and took me there and back. Here is a photo of what we ate……

MacaroonsCafe Latte

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Emails, stuff, other stuff and more admin. My couch looks like I’m testing missiles and it looks like my birthday, will be spent doing something to ease the chaos. It’s now about 1.30am and officially a new day so off to bed! A rule leftover from my club days, it’s not officially the next day until you have had sleep. It doesn’t even matter if the sun has come up. Not the next day! Sweet dreams!

Sunday, time to get ready for a new week! Actually, got into my study and attempted to do some filing. At times over the last six months or so, I have started getting organised and ready to move. Rearranging things, sorting, putting things where they belong. Everything has a home and it’s an ongoing battle to clear the couch which is rather like a large in-tray.

I am already into Monday and really should haul myself off to bed. If I missed anything I’m sure to catch you up perhaps on Friday.
Have a great week!
Cheers,
H

Week

Today’s Lunch – 13th September 2017

Published September 13, 2017 by helentastic67

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Today’s lunch 13/09/17

I kinda feel I should have been able to justify cake and coffee for lunch today. Because, it’s my sisters birthday today! She’s a baby, at only 29!

Happy birthday
Damn it! Cancel my order. It’s not my fault she isn’t here to enjoy the cake I promised to buy her. Is it?

I’m predicting my chiro today will tell me to go home and go back to bed. I’m so tired today and being cold doesn’t help. My left leg is swinging as I walk. I even made a joke of it to Noelle that I’m a Swinger! ( I thought it was funny!)

Ah, lunch has arrived.

Lunch
The Arancini Zaffarino with the side salad today. (Mint, pea’s and saffron rice)
Hope my styling skills are translating? I’m just saying it’s not easy making a lump of rice look great once you ruin the structural integrity.

Latte 1

Here’s to another good mental health day!
Cheers,
H

Mental health day

Opinion

Published March 27, 2017 by helentastic67

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It’s weird how the littlest opinion can throw bad information into a fan to create a perfect storm. I once had a Carer complain to the office, my bed and changing it had given her a sore back.

My mum insisted on being at my house when a Team Leader and the OH & S person assessed my bed! They growled I was not to have the carers flip the mattress, which I insisted I would not even ask.

Bed 1

My mum keeps insisting I replace my bed. My father made it years ago, it’s mostly a sleigh bed with exception of the base being lower than the bed head. I’ve put the bed together more times single handed, than I care to remember.

And my older sister gets on-board to suggest I get a new bed. With what exactly? And then downscale all my bedding? I repeat – With What?

Bed 2

My older sister recently bought me a new walking stick with a really cool handle. It’s my early birthday present, but I think part of the reason she gave it to me is because my mum is of the opinion my walking stick has given me Carpel Tunnel Syndrome.

I don’t know, I wake up in the morning and I have pins and needles in my right hand. Just reminding you that my good hand, the only hand that works. I don’t take my walking stick to bed! Ergo! Case in point! Walking stick not to blame for Carpel Tunnel.

It’s that I do EVERYTHING WITH MY RIGHT HAND.

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