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Today’s Lunch – 18th July 2018

Published July 18, 2018 by helentastic67

Todays lunch

Today’s Lunch

Good Mental Health Day

Let’s get back to the normal can we, a bit of calm. Is it too much to ask?

Being normal

Might be being a little dramatic, so luckily was here only yesterday since I was in the neighbourhood for my GP appointment. Did I have an Arancini? No comment!

Arancini

Today’s offering, not an Arancini, an Ortolani Quiche with side salad and my standard medicine.

Quiche

Latte

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cheers,
H

Happy hump day

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Work for the Dole – Part 1

Published July 16, 2018 by helentastic67

Work for the Dole

Work for the Dole – Part 1

My biggest lesson on how to best communicate with people with an ABI and how people best communicate with me, I learned before I was diagnosed.

Communicate with ABI 1

I was doing some casual work, I guess as a Consultant. This is when I went to work for my friend Frank at his NFP (Not for Profit). He would organise a day for himself out on the road, so I could work in his office.

Share office

Normally, he would give me some forms that were somewhat filled in and I would make some calls and solve the problems. The problems I solved were to match clients all over Victoria with hosts for them to perform their voluntary obligation, also referred to as ‘Work for the Dole.’

Problem solverPr

I had to take into account Frank liked a challenge because the clients he provided his service for might live in the country side and live miles from anywhere. Which is often why Jobnetwork (JNM’S) would funnel their difficult clients into these projects. That’s where I come in.

Country Victoria 1

Frank on this particular day pointed to a white board on the office wall. Now, I don’t mean to brag, but I was good at the talky, talky, walkie, walkie thing, so I confess I tuned out. But I recall him saying as he pointed to the board “This one’s important” and Frank left. I swear, I just recall how he waved at a name on the whiteboard and he was gone. I know here were words, but I figured “whatever I’ll look at his file and five him a call.” No drama!

No Drama

There was drama.

Drama

To be continued.

Professionalism

Published July 13, 2018 by helentastic67

Professionalism

Professionalism

I confess to say, I don’t always come across like a complete num-nut, which is the assumption that all people with brain injuries can’t think for themselves, can’t process or understand and definitely can’t communicate or participate in social or business or “whatever” family?

Num nut

A few weeks ago, I rang an organisation that deals only with people with brain injuries. I’ve had some dealings with them in the past, however as their primary business/funding, is people with drug or alcohol ABI’s, my dealings have been limited.

ABI

As they also do some ‘housing,’ I’ve recently put in an application. I then attempted to follow it up. I rang, left a message, more than a week ago and when I rang, I came across so professionally on the phone, they thought I was a Case Manager. Ironic, much!

Case Manager

I was a little surprised and startled, I took my time answering her first question, “was I the client?” To which I did answer ‘Yes’, but because she didn’t hear me. She hit me with a barrage of questions. So, I went silent and she thought I’d hung up on her. Now I know I have a brain injury, but she works at an ABI company and all the people she would deal with on the phone could be in some way affected by an ABI.

Too many questions

So, at times, please one question at a friggin time.

Questions

To be continued.

Today’s Lunch – 11th July 2018

Published July 13, 2018 by helentastic67

Todays Lunch

Today’s Lunch

Good Mental Health Day

Well, that didn’t happen!

I always look forward to my Wednesday’s when I know what to expect and things come pretty close to how I imagine and I was particularly looking forward to seeing my chiropractor because of how I had been feeling on Tuesday. After my trip to the city on Tuesday, I was feeling seedy at the start of the day, no idea again how I can be hungover when I don’t even drink and wasn’t even near anybody else who was hungover. Yes, I know it’s not contagious and neither was I.

Tuesday

I had my monthly committee meeting of the self-advocacy group I’m part of. Guess what other monthly event it coincided with? Hence the feeling like ‘death warmed up?’ (Subtle enough?) When I go to the city I do a lot of walking and despite feeling like a zombie I still managed 3000 steps. Got home by 3 pm and did a Face-Plant! Rolled over around 4pm and felt motion-sickness settle in.

Death warmed up

Wednesday, everything was going to plan, was up and showered and dressed ready to enhance a small breakfast, harass Young John to ask him to scoop me up and deliver me to my favourite cafe in Cliffy Hill before getting to Chiro just after 2pm, when I wasn’t feeling super-hot!  Ow, for those not familiar with when it’s good to see a chiropractor? Anytime is good, if you are not 100% even more important. So, I arranged with Young John if he could transport me down a little later, in time for Chiro? In the end by 2pm, I was back in PJ’s and back in bed. Eventually I had a cuppa T and a banana muffin for ‘dinner’ around 10pm, and it was the only thing I had all day. Eventually, Wednesday ended and Thursday began and while still feeling particularly seedy I’m again in my PJ’s, lucky today is my cleaning/admin day at home anyway. Have a lovely carer here today and I shared with her another banana muffin and cuppa T, my breakfast, her morning tea.

Feeling seedy

At least while someone was here my bread and butter pudding that was soaking in the fridge since Monday afternoon could get baked. “Which half do you want?” (She looked at me to see if I was serious) Have I mentioned there are a few things that when I make them, I don’t make single serves? I package, freeze, post to my administrator and give away. I’m a classic Nona. “You’re too skinny!” So, here is today’s offering straight from my oven. No, you cannot have the recipe. And while, obviously not being a standard mid-week foodie post sometimes it’s important you are aware I’m not always in the best of health and lack of sleep really takes its toll.

Bread and Butter Pudding 1

By Friday I’ll be able to pull it together again for one day only and rather than neglecting my commitment of 3 posts a week, please take this (slightly delayed) post as a near enough is good enough.

Friday

So, there are times I’m not feeling very well at all and I’ll still pull it together and power on through however, because people only see me when I’m feeling ok it’s assumed I’m always ok and I’m not stay tuned as next week I will be back to normal postings.

Not always well

 

Cheers,
H

This Could Be Obvious

Published July 9, 2018 by helentastic67

This could be more obvious

This could be obvious

Every now and again (like every other week, so it seems) a celebrity or famous sports person gets on the band wagon about their beliefs, that same-sex marriage is wrong and that they feel straight religious people are being bullied by the ‘Gays!’

Same sex marriage

I hope I only have to say this once. I am straight, I went to Catholic School for nine years. OK, I go to weddings, funerals and baptisms if invited. But I’M OK WITH SAME-SEX MARRIAGE.

Approve same sex marriage

People will love who they love. They will live together, buy property together, start businesses together, raise children together. The Government will expect them to declare their relationships for Government benefits and tax purposes.

Government approval

They will just as likely be in a relationship the same length of time as a straight/heterosexual relationship. Why can’t they marry?

Just because I’m a single barren spinster (hoping I’m not going to be single forever) but barren, that’s probably not going to change. That ship has sailed, that ship is in Fiji already. I’m not standing between two people who love each other, having the same rights as anybody else.

Ship has sailed

I’M OK WITH SAME-SEX MARRIAGE.

I can’t believe this is still an issue in OZ…

Ah! And in 2018, we finally caught up with the rest of the world!

Love 2018

 

Technology – Part 2

Published July 6, 2018 by helentastic67

Technology 2a

Technology –  Part 2

The NDIA has passed down the decision, they will not fund computers.

Not funding computers

I think this is probably, due to the carte blanche attitude of ‘anybody with an ISP’ (Individual Support Package) and the inability to police/monitor recipients of funding packages to buy a new computer, iPad, X-Box, gadgets, whatever, every year regardless of, if they need them.

Apple prods

x Box

 

Obviously, they don’t hut they have not ever managed this as a funding oversight or overspending.

I don’t know how I’m going to afford a new computer just because the government thinks

“EVERY HOUSEHOLD IN AUSTRALIA HAS A COMPUTER”

I have carers who don’t own a computer or even have one in their homes. My father never had a computer and he’s 68 years old, by the way and would not cope nor even be interested in a computer.

No computer

So, ergo, case in point, I don’t know how the government want us to manage our NDIS funding or anything else we are supposed to do on a computer, if we can’t afford one. I guess (to quote a friend) they think I’ll be able to smash away on my pillow as if it’s a keyboard.

Great image BTW (By the way)

NDIA

National Disability Insurance Agency.

NOT LIFE CHANGING!

Not life changing

Today’s Lunch – 4th July 2018

Published July 4, 2018 by helentastic67

Todays Lunch 1

Today’s Lunch

Good Mental Health Day

Now, to share. Yesterday I had a little adventure out on Hellonwheels in my local neighbourhood. It’s already a rarity at this time of the year as it’s winter here in Melbourne. We are due a dry winter which sounds strange, but to make up for it, it will be bitterly cold. But I had a parcel to collect from the post office and I couldn’t carry it. So Hellonwheels it was, I layered up and off I went!

Hellonwheels accident 1

I didn’t get far when I literally ran into a woman. Now, the only appropriate response is to be genuine when asking how they are. Just saying. Sell it! Make it sound real! She said in a child-like voice that it had really hurt! I bet it had. It’s what you get when you stop walking in the middle of the footpath without having any awareness of who or what is around you. I had had my head turned slightly too far to my right so she had been in my blind spot on my left, but no I did not tell her that. It is my least favourite thing yet to run into someone on my scooter even if they deserved it.
I made the effort to scooter to one of the food truck locations, I haven’t been to any of them however this mural…………..
Chuck Norris

My carer tells me there is a neat ‘hack’ online or was where you would google his name to be given a message that “you don’t find Chuck Norris. Chuck Norris finds you!” This is why it’s good to have some ‘younger fear’ people around. This carer keeps getting mistaken as my child lately. She’s 24, she teases me that I’m really old. Like 60. Um? I’m 45 and 60 isn’t old but I feel old already!

Teasing

On my scooter ride home, I dropped in on Wilbur but left it too late to snap a photo and here are some cool snaps I took on my way home. My council district is very good to encourage and commission artists to do murals. It keeps tagging and graffiti to a minimum.

Street Art 1Street Art 2Street Art 3Street Art 4Street Art 5Street Art 6Street Art 7Street Art 8

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And despite only being out for 2 hours on my scooter in winter, my face and ears and my left hand were freezing, although my hand is always freezing, still counts. Don’t know if anyone else has this problem however coffee doesn’t help keep me awake! Anyone? Sometimes coffee and a kip? Best sleep ever. Just saying I think it’s my Italian blood. There was that time once working in clubs I had two coffees overnight and when I was in bed trying to sleep hours later my heart was racing. Also, didn’t help I had to get up early and get to the other side of town for my friend’s brothers 21st by midday. Seriously, those were the days. The music at that party was louder than the clubs I worked at and when I inquired the source of the music since it wasn’t coming from inside the house I was informed it was coming from the mum’s car! Outside, in the driveway with the boot up, with all the flashing lights of any 80’s disco. God help us all! I live on that side of town now, where were we?

80s disco

After that little trip down memory lane and to the point of today’s post?

Today’s offering, it’s a return to the Arancini. A pumpkin and spinach with the side-salad. Today’s medicine is complimentary, with a little pink mignon.

Arancini
Latte 1Mignon

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As I don’t have acupuncture today, I might return for the carrot cake I didn’t have last week since it so disappointed Oscar a dandelion another of my followers.

Carrot Cake

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