Friday, January 30, 2009

Lovely, aren't they?



This has been our evenings for the past two days... I've been quite happy with that if the temperature in our house was upwards of 35 degrees!

On Wednesday night we had a blackout that lasted 18 hours into the next day. Then last night we had another blackout that lasted two hours. We're anticipating another blackout tonight...

This is all because they Victorian power supply is not up to standard for dealing with a stretch of 35+ degree days. The Government, of course, is saying they ARE able to deal with the increased demand for electricity, but at the same time, they've admitted to having to "borrow" supply from one area to get another area which has lost supply back up on the grid...

The lack of information to households is appalling.

On Wednesday night it took nearly 1.5hours to get through to the power supplier to report our outage, and then they told us it would be 5 hours until it was up again. It ended up taking another 15 hours, in fact... We were lucky, too... There have been others who have been without electricity for three days! However, it seems the power suppliers aren't too concerned because the outages have only affect 2% of their clientele... Hmmmm, they should try BEING that 2%. It's not pleasant when it's as warm inside as it is out when outside is 35 degrees warm. With four children who can't sleep and are crying or moaning, and saying they feel like they're going to vomit...

Dave's parents haven't been affected by the outages, but that is just as well because Dave's dad has been badly affected by the heat as it is. He is 86 and quite frail these days. On Wednesday he collapsed on a very short trip to the loo. MIL could barely lift him to get him to bed. It's a worry. They don't have airconditioning, but rely on fans, they're getting by atm, but if they didn't have the fans either, well, it wouldn't be good!

The first thing we discovered when the electricity went out whas that our cordless phone didn't work. Luckily for us, we had an "old fashioned" corded phone to plug into our phone socket (and luckily we also had a regular phone socket to plug it into because our usual phone socket has a modified line splitter on it for adsl, so if it had been our only line out of the house even the corded phone wouldn't have worked).

Imagine being elderly, frail, and stuck at home in a heatwaves with only a cordless phone that doesn't work without electricity!

It doesn't bare thinking about!!!

Privatisation is EVIL, I tell you!!!

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Virtual window shopping...

Well the heatwave is about to begin today, andI'vebeen "struck down" with another gall bladder attack... Thankfully, panadeine has greatly reduced my pain, so Davewas still able to go to work this morning (we really need him to work as much as he can)... So anyway, to cheer myself up and while away a bit of time, I've been virtual window shopping (won't spend any real money, just day dreaming)...

I've come across Unfurl handcrafted clothing, and fallen in love! Oh, I'm dreaming about apron pants and wrap pants! I honestly wish I could sew!!!



I got some Teh pants and skirts a few weeks back, and I'm loving how comfortable they are with singlet tops in this heat - I may become a hippy chick yet, rofl...

Monday, January 26, 2009

One Whole Year As A Corporeal Being!

This was Ari exactly one year ago...



And this way Ari today...



Is LIFE completely AWESOME!!!

Ari also turned 13 weeks today, which makes him one quarter of a year old, or three months exactly, even though tomorrow is the 27th, when he'll be three calendar months old...

He's holding his head up nicely these day on his tummy, and when he gets bored doing that he's take advantage of his newest skill, rolling over onto his back! Ok, it might seem a bit trite that I'm going on about this stuff, but you have to understand my other three didn't lift their heads, or roll over, LOL... Ari is my first textbook milestone baby, rofl!

But more than that, it really just amazes me that he's developed from one cell to billions and billions of highly co-ordinated cells with consciousness as we can measure it! I told the other boys about this this morning, and they were in awe of how quickly he's grown. I told them we grow the most in our first year of life and then while we're still growing and developing very quickly, things slowly start to slow down, so that the changes aren't as obvious, but they're still happening all the time. They thought that was pretty cool! They think Ari is VERY cool, LOL!

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Highlights from this last week...

Well, another week of the school holidays is over, and we're gearing up for the final full week... It's been a bit warm this week, so we've been stuck inside, and developing a case of cabin fever, but still managed to catch up with friends on the one cooler day the week had to offer...


I'm completely LOVING having garden furniture (even though it's not expensive, fashionable wood furniture) to sit on and enjoy the garden with! It's a bit harder this summer with Ari still being small and needing to be held all the time outside, but next summer it'll be EVEN BETTER!



The kids LOVE the swing seat, LOL. My nanna used to have one, I loved the sensation of slouching in it and rocking gently - which is basically why I got, hehehe, and now my kids are enjoying the same sensation!

Ari has really gotten into his toys this week, and especially loves his Happy Cow, which he got from Tabitha. This week he's progressed from "holding" things between his two fists, to actually stretching his fingers out to grasp stuff. This picture was taken about halfway through that transition, LOL...


This will be the enduring image of the Summer of 09! My three big boys with absolutely filthy feet! A sure sign of a summer well spent out of doors! BTW, the feet in the middle belong to Erik (if you hadn't guessed) and there are a couple of things to note about his feet and legs. Firstly, the colour of his legs is no trick of lighting, LOL. They are, in fact, orange. Or rather, I should say, copper coloured. It seems Erik has inherited Dave's father's copper skin tone - it's an amazing colour, isn't it? Also, note the length of his toes - they're like fingers! Another trait from his father's side, and finally, those "lying down, curled up" little toes, I'd never seen anything like that until I met Dave! It's funny what people pass on genetically! Both Erik and Luey are also double jointed in their fingers (which totally grosses me out), don't know where they get it from!



See the pillow and the doona on the couch? That is where Bryn SHOULD be sleeping... But twice this week we've come into the loungeroom to find him asleep on the rug! At first we thought he must have just fallen off the couch but because of the new rug he didn't wake sufficiently to call out. But the second time we found him, he was around the other side of the coffee table, so it seems he gets off the couch and lays down on the floor, LOL!



And finally, Ari enjoying a siesta on our bed. I loved the colours in this... Somehow, as Ari gets bigger the pinks and brights I thought didn't suit him before suit him now... Beautiful boy!

Friday, January 23, 2009

Stuff Love!

As I posted on my Goals Blog while I was out today, I used my Baby Hawk mei tai with Ari on my back for the first time!

I was sooooo pleased with myself, rofl. I left the house with Ari in the Bug and the three bigger boys walking, and we got to the shopping centre and had a very early lunch. I had with us the Bug, with my SuzieQ I Love You Minaudiere Bag tied over the handle bar (this bag is just perfect for a quick trip out of the house with a pram because it fits all the essentials but I can adjust the strap so that it doesn't hang too low on the pram and it's also not so deep I have to dig around in it to get stuff), and I had the Baby Hawk stowed underneath.

So, we had an early lunch and then went and did some grocery shopping at Safeway. Bought a heap of fruit (canteloupe, pineapple, grapes, 2 mangos, 2 punnets of strawberries), some pita pockets, a loaf of bread, a litre of Skinny Milk, and a litre of No Fat)... All of that went under the pram, plus on bag hung from one of the two hooks I bought for the pram. Bryn was getting a bit restless and "looking with his hands", so I offered him to go in the pram, an opportunity he jumped at (he LOVES the Bug), and right there near the check out in Safeway, I popped Ari on my back in the BH!

No one rushed up to "help" me, so I mustn't have looked like I was going to drop the baby, LOL! Woot! So, then with pram loaded with shopping and Bryn and with Ari on my back, we went to have a scout around in Big W. Then we went to catch a bus home, and I popped Ari back in the pram and the boys all walked...

So, today I have a lot of Stuff Love, LOL. It's great when the stuff you buy actually works to make your life easier!

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Warning, philosophical ramble, may offend...

I've been thinking about this for a few days, and now need to get this down on "paper", so to speak. I understand and accept that some of what I'm about to write might challenge common beliefs and accepted ways of thinking about stuff, and therefore might offend some readers. Also, I'd like to point out that I don't necessarily *believe* the stuff I'm writing either, I'm merely exploring some thoughts...

Ok, disclaimer dispensed with...

I participate in a number of communities that are constantly trying to get "back to nature" or trying to respect "natural processes", and it has often occurred to me that maybe we only respect those natural processes that suit us as individuals...

A recent discussion on following children's lead with regard to when they want to sleep and don't want to sleep was one such discussion that got me thinking about how we ignore a lot of what doesn't suit us in favour of just "picking and choosing" the stuff we like, or seems easy and calling it "natural" to justify our own needs...

The idea being discussed was put forward in an article about allowing children to choose their own bedtime and choose their own mode of "settling down". It suggested that parents shouldn't really need time alone in the evenings and therefore children should be welcome to stay up as long as they needed to. They should also be welcome to run around, and "party" as a way of releasing their energy before going to sleep, and that there was really no such thing as children becoming too hyped to go to sleep, that was merely a modern take on things that allowed parents to set abitrary bedtimes and force their kids to be quiet so the parents didn't have to deal with them...

I suggested that "in the olden days", when people really did live close to nature and the natural state, adults and children rarely stayed up very long past sunset because a) they led very physically demanding lives and used up a lot of energy, b) they were as "stimulated" as people are these days, especially by electronics, and c) they were able to "bring the sun indoors" via the miracle of electric lighting, and so they couldn't just "keep doing stuff" around the clock, they way we do now.

It was then suggested that some people are early birds and some are night owls, and you can't just ignore you body clock; a night owl will just lay awake in the dark if they go to bed too early...

Yes, there is probably a lot of truth in that, however, I still believe a night owl might not be awake as long into the night when leading a physically demanding lifestyle and not having access to all the stimuli available now, or the ability to just keep doing stuff under articificial lighting... Also, I argued, perhaps the night owl might benefit from processing the days events in a quiet and still manner at the end of the day, instead of further distracting themself from those thoughts by continuing to do stuff...

But moving away from the issue of sleep, and looking at another arena of the pursuit of the natural...

There is always a lot of talk about natural birth... And yet there is so little acceptance of the nature of birth. The nature of birth does include, sometimes, maming or death of either the mother or the baby, or both. These days our take on natural birth is that it should be natural unless nature wants to some sort of Darwinian "survival of the fittest" gig...

The planet has an overpopulation problem, and the answer is for people to limit the number of children they have, but there is no acceptance of some couples not being able to have children (in that case IVF is available), or that anyone should die in the process of a child entering the world.

As someone who would surely have died during birth or soon after birth, myself, except for the miracles of modern medicine, I'm not being flippant about this topic, I'm merely exploring the idea of accepting ALL aspects of nature, the good and the bad, and what's more honouring the natural processes, both the good and the bad.

By honouring, I'm thinking of how we often seem to be happy to honour the positive aspect of nature, but we don't want to know about the negative. Which includes not wanting to know about those things we have to take responsibility of when accepting natural processes.

Take, for example, my own recent gall bladder attack. I'm sitting here waiting to see a gastroenterologist so that she or he can put me on the track to a gall bladder ectomy, LOL. Yep, my gall bladder is no longer doing what it "should do", so I'm all for whipping it out. Why? Because it means I can go back to eating fatty foods. Now, eating poorly, including half starving myself at times in vain attempts to loose weight quickly, is probably what got me here in the first place. Basically, I didn't want to honour the natural processes and eating in a way to keep my body functioning properly, so my gall bladder became stressed and now doesn't work properly, so I'd rather get rid of it than live with the consequences of my own past choices...

We're all for natural birth, but we don't want to accept that if we're overweight, that might impact negatively on the birth process. Or even the conception process. We just want to quip about how "nature doesn't get it wrong"... I believe nature, in fact, DOESN'T get it wrong, but we take nature for granted and we only want nature to work in ways that suit us, we don't want to do our part in honouring the natural process.

We want to live for 100 years or more, but we want to be able to do that AND live a very sedentiary life, AND eat whatever we want to eat, AND burn the candle at both ends because we don't want to stop partying...

We want to have children, people born completely dependent on us, AND we want them to be independent of us at just a few weeks of age, AND we want them to take responsibility for knowing all the consequences of their children from birth so that they always make the right choices for their own well being, even though their brains aren't fully developed until they're in their 20s and as mammals they're the most physically DEPENDENT (on their parents care and protection) species on the planet. Why? I believe because we don't want to have to put ourselves out.

If our children become overtired, we're just relabel that in a way that makes us feel good about ignoring their need for sufficient hours of sleep because we don't want to put in more than minimum effort helping them recognise that if they don't go to sleep now, even though they're having fun, then tomorrow when the sun comes up and they have to get up and do stuff, they'll be tired and cranky and sad because they didn't get enough hours of sleep to allow their bodies to recover from the previous days activities.

Alternatively, we are happy for them to go to sleep, but we still don't want to have to put in too much effort helping them recognise their own need for sleep, so we'll just stick them in a dark room and let them cry themselves to sleep alone, occassionally going in there to asuage our own nagging guilt and hopefully calm the child a little before the next lot of crying before exhausted sleep...

Yes, nature is fantastic, except when it makes us face the fact that sometimes we need to be responsible and honour the fact that if we don't take care of ourselves in the natural process, the natural process can't keep the equilibrium that makes everything work smoothly...

Even the "bad" in the natural process has a very good reason for being, it tells us when we've pushed nature to it's limits. In nature, balance is everything, for everything to run smoothly and KEEP RUNNING, all things must balance. There must be good and bad, life and death, easy stuff and hard stuff, stuff we enjoy and stuff we'd like to avoid, but can't if things are to remain equal and ongoing...

Monday, January 19, 2009

Some more photos from the last couple of days...

Another blurry headlifting pic, LOL!

Whose that handsome fellow in the mirror, then?


What's this?



Oh! That's funny! Do it again!


This is what he was laughing at...




George Clooney, eat your heart out!


Ah, the joy of back carry baby wearing while doing a quick tidy up!!! We've entered a new phase in this household; the "do everything with baby on your back" phase - FREEDOM!!!


Hello, Mum!


You're so funny with that thing in front of your face!


Me too! Take a picture of ME!!!


Ah, yes, I'm vying for "Lazy Parent of the Year 2009", already! I think I'm in with a good chance this year...


Not that they don't get enough exercise anyway... Here's our own person Whirling Dervish...

Friday, January 16, 2009

Desperation is the mother of "just do it!"

So, after a couple of hot Summer days, Dave and I thought Bryn was looking decidedly hot and itchy with his long hair, and we agreed that I should take the plung and give him a crew cut - the last one he had was 2 years ago...

I thought I'd take the opportunity to do the big boys as well before the new school year.... Meanwhile Ari - who no longer feels the need for anything more than a couple of cat naps during the day - was going to sit in the rocker and watch us...

Bryn went first and was fine until the last two minutes, when he suddenly - without warning, I will point out - decided the clippers made a horrible sound and he wanted to STOP NOW! So, Bryn screamed the house down for 120 loooong seconds while I got rid of the worst of the"leftovers" around his ears - I think his hair still looks a little "not perfect", but I wasn't prepared to torture him any longer just for my own sense of aesthetic - near enough was good enough this time around...

Luey went next, and he's always a dream to clippered, doesn't complain, follows my instructions to a tee, quickly done...

When I went to do Erik, Ari final;ly decided he'd had enough of the rocker. I fed him and attempted to roll him to sleep in the pram, but he didn't want to know. I HAD get Erik's hair cut because Erik still hates having it done, but hadagreed today under bribe of a choc lollipop - it was a seize the moment situation...

I thought about putting Ari in the tube sling, but cutting with a baby in front is kind of awkward, besides which the hair settling on him would seriously irretate him... So, I bit the bullet and figured out how to get him on my back in the baby hawke! I was so proud of myself I hadto get Luey to take a pic! And despite looking like the braless troll woman that I've been emulating lately, I'll post it here...



And here are the crew cut crew all together :)

Thursday, January 15, 2009

The making of little mates...


Here's Ari with little Odilio, a friend son... Both boys were born within a week of each other, and both births were attended by the same midwife :)... O's mum and I have known each other for years now, and more and more our paths cross... I feel that Ari is very lucky to have quite a few "mates in the making" amongst my friends babies, all born around the same time as him!

(Oh, and isn't Odilio gorgeous - the photo barely does him any just, he has such big, beautiful eyes!)...

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Up, up and away!

Ok, first up, my apologies for the dark and blurry pics, but my first priority was to capture the moment, even if it was in a blur, hahaha!

Ok, so you might be thinking, 11 week old lifts head to 45 degrees, bit whoop! But, ys, in FOUR KIDS, I've NEVER had a child do this this early... Seriously, Erik, Luey and Bryn, didn't hold their heads up even this high in the prone position until AFTER they could sit up (which for Erik was when he was 7 months old, though Luey and Bryn were 5 months old when they sat unsupported)... And, all my boys - until Ari - would scream their little lungs out if put on their tummies, but Ari doesn't seem to mind it, even though he vomits the same amount that they do (a lot, lol)...





Ah, I'm a proud mamma this morning!

Monday, January 12, 2009

A Day in Daylesford...

Gosh, I´ve been looking forward to today for nearly two years, hahaha! I´ve never been to Daylesford, but had heard a lot about it. Also, having a friend living there I hadn´t caught up with in FOREVER, who had had a couple of children since last I saw her, just made it all the more attractive, so it was with great excitement that I hopped out of bed this morning and completely ignored my swollen and VERY sore right boob in favour of going on a short daytrip to Daylesford...

The boys also started their swimming classes this morning, so will include a photo of them just getting ready to go...

First off, goofing around in their togs...


Excitedly waiting departure for the swimming hall...






Wondering why he can´t go too...


At Daylesford, having discovered she forgot her sling, Leah educated us all in the making of a makeshift sling from a muslin wrap - Well, what a clever chickie!!!


Aw, kind of like the good old days at Richmond playgroup, hey? And nothing changes, Leah's still got a feeding baby at hand!


My own baby, sadly neglected because by this stage I'd discovered a rather large pustule on my right breast, the colour of Ari's outfit for the day, and painful enough to make it impossible for me to hold him to my body for fear of erupting in a volcano of puss inside my bra - ewwww, GROSS!


Priya and Sienna reacquainted after 3.5 years...


Liam, Jonah and Audrey try a spot of lake fishing, or is that branch swishing???


Farren enjoys an icypole in the shade of his "new" stroller...


Awww, a little bundle of joy - Owen (conjures up images of Audrey at the same age!)...


And, Tara with her girls (no, my photo skills aren't that poor, she didn't WANT me to include her in the photo, though I can't see why not, rofl)... Amber and Freya, gorgeous little earth angels soon to be two...

Sunday, January 11, 2009

The big WDYT?

There is an ever fascinating question being circulated in our house these days...

What colour will Ari's hair be?

When he was born, we though it might be brown like Erik's or Bryn's, but then it all fell out and what grew back looked quite fair. I was hoping for blonde, but looking directly down onto Ari's head it still looks kind of brown, but quite light. Whenever we take a photo of him, his hair looks golden like Luey's, but this morning Dave was saying it might be more browny red, maybe more like the lovely Audrey's...

Really, it's anyone's guess, so I thought I'd put it to a poll... Have your say over there on the right...

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Summer Holidays...

Dave and I just realised the Summer holidays are half over. Only three and bit weeks to go and the kids will be back at school. Dave goes back to work on Tuesday, and I haven't gotten any writing done! LOL.

Am off to Woodend on Monday, really looking forward to the "mini roadtrip" - as I'm imagining it in my head, LOL. The opportunity to catch up with a friend I haven't seen since Bryn was just a wee baby, probably about Ari's age!

The boys start their swimming lessons on Monday, they're so excited! After that there will only be two weeks left of the holidays... Luckily, we don't have much to organise for the new school year, so we don't have to think about that until the week school starts.

Dave has his learners permit now, and going to take his first lesson before the end of January. He's been making noises about having his licence by the middle of the year, he even joked that he could have it by his birthday (beginning of April), but I think that's a tad ambitious. I can't wait for him to finally have a licence!!!

I've decided to seek the care of a private gastroenterologist. I'm off to the GP again in an hour or so to get a referral. Waiting until February some time to get an initial assessment is just ridiculous (hope the waiting list at the private guy is shorter). This will eat intou our savings, but I guess this is what savings are for...

Mostly right now, I need to start doing some work on that novel...

Thursday, January 08, 2009

Ok, now you have some blog space...

Get out of my head!

Might as well change the name of this blog...

To: Sif's Whinge Fest...

I don't know what I was expecting, really. If I'd thought about it, I'd have realised straight away that this is how things would be. I kind of thought that when I went to the GP yesterday with my scans, she'd tell me to go straight to the hospital, that she was ringing ahead, and I needed URGENT surgery. Well, that didn't happen, but she did refer me to a specialist at the hospital and had her admin fax over a request that they see me asap.

So, THEN I thought I'd probably get a call from them to come in and see the specialist asap... Well, that didn't happen either. So, this morning I ring to see if they got the fax, and find myself at the hospital switchboard, asking to be put through to gastroenterology, and find myself being put through to "out patient clinics". Eventually, I get a real person on the line, and she kinds of scoffs when I ask if they got the fax from my GP yesterday. She informs me they get hundreds of referrals a day, and yesterday's referrals will be processed today. Good, I think, then I'll get my appointment.

No, that is not the case. The information is put on a data which may appear on the screen of the specialists next week or the week after. From that point they assess how urgent my case is, and then I am allocated an appointment, which might be a month from now, or six weeks from now, roughly (or longer)...

OMG, six weeks before we even find out how long ther surgery waiting list is!!! If it takes six weeks to see a specialist in an outpatient clinic, how long will the surgery waiting list be? Two years???

The only way to fast track this is to go through Emergency again, this time equipped with the scans and recent attack...

I can't afford to end up sick in hospital like mum did, we just don't have that kind of support network. I'm scared, to say the very least.

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Something Erik said, got me thinking...

It started with something Bryn said...

"Mum, Ari was in your tummy and now he is our of your tummy!"

"Yep, that's right Bryn"

Then Erik interjects, "He was in mums tummy but then he was forced out. He didn't want to come out but he had to..."

I asked him what he meant (because Ari was born from a spontaneous labour at 41 weeks and 3 days, not an induction of any sort)...

Erik explained that the space got to cramped and so he had to come out because he was getting too big. This, in a way, was a rewording of how I'd explained how babies know when to be born, and how part of that is that they've grown as much as they can on the inside and the time has come to grow on the outside, so they have to get out...

HOWEVER, I found myself thinking on how, at least when he first broached the subject, I couldn't help but feel that somehow he was connecting with his own birth experience. I had reached 42 weeks of gestation when my labour was induced. At the time, Erik was floating very high, high enough for the obstetrician to wonder if induction was a good idea even then.

The labour wasn't long, only 8 hours, but 2.5 of those were active pushing on my part, and in the end he was extracted by low forceps.

I CLEARLY remember the moment he was put on my belly, and how he looked me square in the eye and the look he gave me took my breath away. He was MAD at ME! That's the best way I could explain it. The look on his face said, "Who the hell are you? And what did you just do to me?"

So, you see, when he tells Bryn that Ari was forced out and that Ari didn't want to come out, I can't help but wonder if there isn't some innocent underlying truth in those statements for Erik...

Maybe that is why he has always been emotionally immature/innocent - because he was forced into this world before he was ready...

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

Ok, now that we've established that I'm not enlightened...

Can we at least agree that I was RIGHT about having a gall bladder attack...

Had the ultrasound this morning and the sonographer was LOVELY, friendly, informative, witty, all the things you might hope from a medical professional when you're in pain, half starved and have had to leave your 10 week old baby in the care of another person TWO SUBURBS away (ok, so his own father, but still, I've NEVER left a child that young so far away before)...

Apparently, my gall bladder looks "far from normal"... Gosh where have I heard that phrase before. I mean, have I ever had a scan of any part of my body that came back looking "normal"? Oh well. Ok, so the lining of my gall bladder that should be "yay" thick, is 10x thicker than it should be.

Was told to go see my doctor today. Now, I knew that wasn't going to happen because I attend one of the few remaining bulk billing centres in my suburb. The earliest appointment I could get with my nominated dr was January 27th, rofl! Told the receptionist my results would be faxed in this afternoon at 4.30pm and that I have severe gall bladder inflammation, and WDYK! Suddenly she found me an appointment for tomorrow morning at 10am, my other doctor, so not the one the results were being faxed to but apparently that wouldn't be a problem.

So it looks like my future holds surgery. Certainly keyhole surgery, hopefully not the full "cut every layer" method that'll have me banned from lifting anything for 6 weeks...

Despite now having to face some of my biggest fears in life, I'm relieved. I'm relieved to have the diagnosis, and I'm relieved that it wasn't all just in my head about it being the gall bladder. I'm deeply thankful that I followed my intuition on this and didn't just take the word of Drs who were only interested in ticking boxes and sending me on my way...

Monday, January 05, 2009

If it doesn't walk like a duck, and doesn't talk like a duck...

Why CAN'T it still be a duck...

Seriously, the doctors I've been seeing lately all have Asperger's Syndrome or something. They certainly don't follow the same philosophy of looking outside the box that our dear Dr House does... (rofl, actually House might be considered a candidate of Asperger's himself, but I'm referring to his openness to accent that things may not follow a set of rigid rules)

Anyway, so called my medical centre this morning to try and get an appointment, at 8.45am, after keeping me on hold for 10 minutes, I was informed they'd *just* filled their last appointment for the day, argh! So, the admin lady referred me to their sister clinic a couple of burbs away... Oh well, no seeing the nice doctor I saw for Luey last time then...

Met the alternate doctor and briefly told him about the visit to the hospital on New Years Day, and he interrupts me to say I can't possibly be having a gall bladder attack because my pain was "on the wrong side" (I'm so sick of hearing that by now)... So, I told him to let me finish the story and then told him that the pain had migrated to my right side...

I also told him my mother had had EXACTLY the same symptoms as me just last August and she had to have her gall bladder removed. He barely acknowledge that I'd mention this.

Anyway, so it looked like he wasn't going to give me my ultrasound because he wasn't convinced by anything I'd told him. He got me up on the table. Had a feel around. I winced at one point, quite considerably (even to my own surprise) and then he goes to his computer and prints out a reference. I don't know if he believed me or not, he never said anything to indicate that he also thought it might be gall bladder, but anyway, I got my referral.

I also told him about, and showed him, the subdermal blister the size of a gumball under my right breast. I told him I was certain it was a reoccurrence of shingles, as I'd had these before, when Bryn was 5 month old, and then when he was 8 months old I got shingles on my faces. Again, he shut me down. Shingles follows the nerve so there would be more "rash" by now (the blister came up yesterday afternoon). More importantly, you can only get shingles TWICE. Well, that's a new one, I didn't know that. All this time, when doctors have been telling me how awful it is that I'm setting my children up for a LIFE TIME of reoccurring shingles because I haven't given them the CP vaccination and prefer them to gain natural immunity, no one ever mentioned that they'd only ever get shingles two times at the most...

Maybe this isn't shingles, but the dr in SA that I saw when Bryn was 8 months seemed to think that these subdermal blisters that seem to play tag (one comes up, then subsides, as another appears elsewhere on the breast) were most like shingles due to the fact that they were weeping blisters (as they wane they tend to break at the skin level and weep clear fluid), were itchy and INCREDIBLY painful as well...

No, this doctor thought I probably had some sort of skin irretation from my breasts rubbing together in the heat (roflmao, that kind of assumes my breasts are contained in bras all day, and honestly if I'm at home (which I have been almost constantly for nearly two weeks now) they definitely are not. When not "bound up" my each of my boobs wouldn't know the other esists, they have their own version of "lift and seperate", which is more like "drag and seperate"...

Oh well, I'll get a second opinion and keep on with the immune boosting supps and hopefully that'll be enough to knock this round on the head...

Drs and their little boxes.

I guess you could call it evidence based care, right? As long as the evidence meets the criteria in the big book, not matter how long since it was updated...

Sunday, January 04, 2009

The Problem with Procrasting...

is that you just don't know what is around the corner.

Without wanting to seem over dramatic, I am beginning to understand why people who survive life threatening diseases or situations become the sort of people who live by the motto of "No better time than the present"...

While my life has not been threatened in the past few days, my activity has been severely limited and all of a sudden I'm way behind on a variety of jobs, projects and other matters I would have been getting on with in the past few days, but just didn't have the energy or mind space to undertake, and unfortunately the next little while may be just as tedious wrt get on with stuff I WANT to do...

Tomorrow I have to go see a doctor and get a referral for an ultrasound. On top of my suspect gall bladder symptoms, I've now developed some sort of subdermal blister that is particularly reminiscent of the ones I had when Bryn was five months old - which turned out to be shingles... Bloody hell! I only had shingles back in July or August and now it looks and feels like they're back again - no doubt thanks to the physical and emotional stress I've been under this week. I guess I have to go back on fish oil and selennium and what not (I probably shouldn't have stopped taking them)...

This week is also the mchn check up, and Dave's L plate test (yes, again, he let the other one lapse... we won't go there right now)...

So, by now I was thinking I'd have the first 4000 words of my first draft of my novel down, but as I haven't been able to set up the kitchen island to relieve my printer stand of the water filter, I'm not able to print out the stuff I need to print out and have about me to write - sure there are probably ways around this, but as I said, I haven't had the mind space...

Excuses, excuses... What was I saying about procrastination..?

Saturday, January 03, 2009

Photo a day...

I've joined a photo a day challenge group on Flickr - to try and get me motivated again, and just for fun, and for me...

Anyway, didn't post my first photo until tonight because I haven't been feeling very creative or fun the last few days...

I just had to share two pics I took today of the loveliest little poppet...




Now, tell me, doesn't she just make you smile?

Friday, January 02, 2009

You know you're addicted to blogging, when...

Your worst nightmare is being lived and you distract yourself by wording your next blog post...

See this...



This is my New Years day in a photo...

I had planned to eat better in 2009, but now it seems that won't be a choice on my part, but rather a necessity...

On New Years Eve, I woke up with a milk stomach ache, which I put down to the pizza and licorice I'd scoffed the night before. As the day continued, the stomach slowly became worse. I started to think "gallstone attack"... I thought maybe if I took some panadol it might fade away... Yes, well, no, it didn't and into the evening of New Year's Eve, I slowly felt worse and worse. Still managed to sit up to midnight and toast in the new year with a mouthful of Moscato (Yum!)...

Suffered through the night, including getting up for a period of time because I just couldn't lie down (and also Ari was restless)... Really hoped that morning would bring some relief, and momentarily after I woke up I thought it had, but the minute I sat up or moved the pain returned with a vengence. Tried more panadol, but even drinking the water in order to swallowing the tablets made my belly ache worse...

At this point Dave and I discussed me possibly going to the emergency department for stronger meds at least... Of course, the thought of the ED on New Years day with four kids, including a breastfeeding infant, in tow was not something we relished. By midday though the pain was definitely not abating.

I had Dave call the hospital to check if there was anything they'd be able to do or if we'd just be wasting our time. They put us onto Nurse on Call, and after a chat with her, she recoomended going in. So, we booked two cabs and set off...

The front desk nurse wasn't exactly impressed that I'd brought my entire family with me, telling me that the ED was really no place for children, and we'd proably be there around six hours, and they wouldn't cope, and wouldn't it be better if Dh dropped them off at relatives...

Well, hmmm, we don't have a car, so dropping off wouldn't be easy, but beyond that we have no relatives to speak of - Dave's parents are 80 and 86, and FIL is in frail health, so MIL has her hands full with just them. Though, to her credit she did say that Erik and Luey could stay there for 3-4 hours if we were desperate...

Back to the front desk nurse... I told her I actually needed my Dh with me because, with the pain I was having, I couldn't lift Ari myself, and I had to breastfeed him. Also, Dh would come in for comforting Ari if he needed it and I wasn't able to. She looks at me and says, "Obviously we support breastfeeding, but..." But what? But you'd prefer that I wasn't such a nuisance and just sent Dh home with the kids and instructions to feed my 2 month old formula???

Anyway, there was a nice little anteroom for parents which had a bucket of toys in it, so that was good. Also, there was a lovely volunteer on duty, a woman in her 50s I'd say, she was so friendly and helpful, got Dave some tea, and took Bryn for a short walk to get some water etc. Told Dave how well behaved and lovely our boys were (which is always nice to hear when you're stressed out of your mind!)...

I must have been triaged fairly high because I was seen after 20 minutes wait, was expecting it to be a two hour wait.

An intern saw me first, had a feel around, and then called a real doctor (rofl). Real Dr was this tall, dark handsome Australian born Indian - clad in black skin tight long sleeve tee, no Drs jacket... He was very nice, even though I don't think he really knew what he was talking about...

He said I'd needed to have some bloods taken (like my MOST favourite thing to do on New Year's Day - NOT!!!), and then get some pain relief by way of morphine...

While he was very good with the needle, it hurt like buggary!!! Thankfully he put the bung in my hand, which is not as scary to me as my arm... I had Maxolon with the morphine, and felt a bit woozy, but the pain went from a 9 to say a 4... Then there was a lot of waiting while they got the blood test results. The results came back clear, and as I hadn't been vomiting, they didn't think it was obstruction or liver. Because the pain was mainly on my left (stomach) they didn't think it was gallstones (gallbladder on the right)... I wasn't convinced, and since talking to mum this morning and finding my symptoms were exactly like hers, including where the pain was located, I'm more and more thinking they need to reconsider the gallstones (I know I have them, and they weren't disputing that, they just didn't feel the stones were causing the pain)...

Anyway, a couple of hours after being seen and with pressure on (from the front desk) to remove the boys from the ED - even though they behaving perfectly well... I went home. They didn't end up doing a wee test for kidney function, but the Dr wrote a letter to my doctor suggesting I come back for outpatient endoscopy - I guess they might be thinking Ulcer?

Came home, and had panadeine to deal with the pain. Had had a second lot of Morphine before leaving the ED, but this time without Maxolon, so a couple of hours after I got home I vomited. Only water, because that's all I'd had.

Silly me ended up terribly dehydrated because eating and drinking caused pain, and because I totally forgot that breastfeeding would be depletely my water stores no end - so that probably also caused the vomiting...

Have been sipping water, and sweet tea, to try and replenish (heard that just water might not be good because the body doesn't absorb it well without something else to hang onto)... Am currently trying to drink a bottle of Gatorade (um, YUCK, how to people drink this stuff for fun???)...

So, there you go, the saga of how I started 2009. Really hoping this is not a sign of things to come, hahaha! I did manage to lose 1.5kg (in water, no doubt), so at least I'm sticking to my weightloss - roflmao! And now it seems that fat and sugar will be off the menu for me as well, unless I want to have a resurgence of this kind of pain...

Hope your New Year was a bit more fun!

Teenagers and the failing parent...