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August 200131 August - More
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More from my sickbed-***Friday, 31 AugustThe past few weeks have been some of the sickest in my life. I'm sick again today. Today's illness is a combination of the flu and a hormone induced migraine compliments of Clomid. Hmmm. I've had the flu for about a month. The flu went away and then returned again and has settled on my vocal chords. I can't speak much and I feel like I've swallowed a vat of mucus. The migraine is a hormonally caused one that sits in the front right hand side of my brain. I know this because I get one exactly the same during the PMT phase of my cycle each month. Even half a packet of Mersyndol won't budge this humdinger. It makes the fact that I have the flu even worse because every time I cough my migraine starts to throb. Oh,... and there's the slightly annoying side issue of study. I haven't done any today. Hopefully this migraine will disappear very soon and I'll be able to get on with studying. Please say a prayer for me, peoples. I am not coping too well here. I need to get better for more reasons than one. |
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What about those boat people, huh?**Thursday, 30 AugustI'm torn between the desire to kick the boat people up the butt and send them back to their home,... and being a good Samaritan and taking them into our country. There are hundreds of people in atrocious conditions in detention centres waiting to be accepted into Australia. Accepting the Christmas Island Boat People would only add to the queues,... it would also mean those who apply to immigrate via legitimate means are moved further down the queue. Let's put the whole boat people issue in perspective,... I decide I'd like to go and live in the USA. Instead of getting a green card, I just jump on a cargo ship bound for the States. At the other end I jump off, dodge customs and then what? I've got no work permit, no currency. How am I supposed to make a life for myself? Not to mention the foot and mouth disease risk. Knowing these boat people they'll demand social security etc. and then they'll have the hide to start complaining about the food we give them. No. I'm resentful. There's not much of a good Samaritan sentiment in my heart. I know this is wrong. I've got to pray about this. At the moment I agree with the Prime Minister's stance, however I can see myself being embarrassed by it in future. |
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It's alternative to alternative,...***Wednesday, 29 August
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About the Diabetes thing**Saturday, 25 AugustWhen I write about Diabetes, I want it to sound like it's something the doctors have diagnosed, but that I'm not stuck with. What I mean is that I haven't accepted this condition. I know I can get rid of this problem if I just exercise and eat well. I have a problem with Doctors saying "You are a diabetic". It's like a slight against my character. You don't become AIDS, cancer or any other serious illness. Why then, do you become diabetic? NO! I have not become diabetic. I have not changed at all,... it's just that one day, on the basis of a blood test, some doctor decided that I had "become diabetic". In the words of the Dude, "that's just your opinion, man". If I can become diabetic, then certainly I can un-become it. Roar. |
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A night out in Brisbane**Saturday, 25 AugustWelcome to the morning after the night before. I went adventuring to a club called "Popscene" last night. It was most funky. This is where Brisbane's shiny happy people shake their boodies. The music is cool and the drinks are expensive. It's just like the party scene in Audrey Hepburn's "Breakfast at Tiffany's". So hip, so cool, so sophisticated. So what was I doin' there? Yes, well we're all aware of my lack of coolness, my lack of style.... I remember a place that was home to Brisbane's misfits. It was a club at the Lands Office Tavern called "The Mass". Three levels of hip 'n' funky tunes,... none of this hip hop / top 40 crapola. It was indie-alto-retro with a gothic tinge,... hence all the goths that hung out the back near the pool tables. They also had good giveaways which explains the sheer size of our CD collection. I remember "The Mass" fondly. The COMPLETE BLISSFUL ABSENCE of any dress code at all. I remember dollar pots till midnight. The carpet was so clean you could sit on it. I remember my old pal Chris ("Just cause you drive an antique aqua and white car doesn't give you the right to cut us off!") and his attempt to pull down the neon sign from behind the bar. After what those bouncers did to him, he was too afraid to ever go back there.... and for what, a bit 'o' Rock 'n' Roll? But they were the glorious heady days of the early nineties. A lots happened since then, the bottom's dropped out of the market,... the guy that ran "The Mass" (and I say "The Mass" with respect) has gone off to run Super Deluxe (Click here to read about Bluebottle Kiss's experience - it's pretty standard of this club, their dress code is some kind of mystery to all but select few) some yuppy club in yuppy central, The Valley. So back to my night out,... it finished with some scum-sucking-weasel smashing our car window and stealing our CD player, and I had low blood sugar and got very close to passing out. [sigh] |
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The Clomid Prescription**Friday, 24 AugustToday I wrote the following e-mail to some good friends of mine: "Hi Girls, Yesterday, I went to my first appointment with my Fertility specialist since moving to Brisbane. I went with the intention of asking for another six months to lose weight,... but as she went through my history etc, she advised me to start fertility procedures straight away. So,... here I am. I've just taken my first 'Clomid' tablet and about to embark on a series of tablets, ultrasounds and timed intercourse. Erk. At least we don't have to do it in the hospital. (: YET. This is a bit of a milestone. I intended to hold off on fertility treatment as long as possible,.... hoping nature would take its course. But with every doctors visit I find out more and more about my condition. The diagnosis gets more and more serious and they say my symptoms are now "severe PCOS, type 2 diabetes with 100% chance of insulin dependent gestational diabetes." Sigh. I don't want to believe it. Even just typing the words pisses me off beyond belief. I reckon this will be the subject of my first book. Watch this space." |
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No Muckin' Around***Thursday, 23 AugustHi, No time to muck around today as I'm off to see the Fertility Specialist. This is my first visit since we moved up from Melbourne so there's heaps of "handover" type stuff to do. I don't trust Doctors so I am pretty wary of what goes on today. I also get annoyed when different Doctors tell me different things about the same set of symptoms. Some say I'm diabetic, some say I'm not. Similarly with PCOS, some say I am a classic case, others think I don't have it. AND these are specialists, not just your average GP. I don't know what to believe with them. I used to respect doctors, now I know they're just the kids who got top marks in grade 12. Most of them probably got pushed into studying medicine on the basis of their marks. Hmmm. Now I'm negating their motives. Bah-Humbug. |
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Drama School***Monday, 20 AugustI've just been watching Drama School,... The thing I love about Reality TV is the same thing I love about sport. It's the underdog factor. Until the final moment, there's always the possibility that the underdog can make it. In a moment the underdog can suddenly become the favourite. I remember when Michael Schumacher played second fiddle to Mika Hakkinen. I hated Mika so much. Now things are different. I want Mika to show signs of his former brilliance. The Ferrari / McLaren battle's getting boring,... and I'm busy watching Minardi's struggle to find their way up from the bottom of the ladder. It seems more rewarding and less predictable than Ferrari's domination of the sport. Maybe Drama School will be interesting. I'd like to see more of the acting / theatre sports and less of the Popstars-style invented tension. The situation has enough tension without over zealous script writers attempting to milk more dramatic mileage. Reality TV factor aside, I love the idea of watching people achieve their dreams. Good luck underdogs. |
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Every place that the sole of your foot shall tread,...***Monday, 20 AugustJoshua Chapter 1, Verse 3. Every place that the sole of your foot shall tread upon * , that have I given * unto you, as I said * unto Moses. There is a Biblical principle mentioned in the first chapter of Joshua regarding promised land. Although God had promised a whole bunch of beautiful sexy luscious land full of grapes and honey to the Israelites, they still had to go and take hold of it. The literal translation is a battle term for conquer. They had to conquer the residents of the promised land before they could live there. Maybe this has parallels in your life, maybe it doesn't. But for me, I damn well have to take Unit 90502 by the throat and strangle it. Yes. This Unit will not get the better of me. No way. It's like a scene from Braveheart or a Jackie Chan flick,... it's just me and the textbook in a violent battle of wills. I've seen the movie, I know who wins. ARrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggghghghghhgh! Yeah. On another study-related issue: I now have a USQ Student Web Page. I developed it on Saturday morning while DH was sleeping in. It's major feature is a list of 101 things to distract you from studying. This is a list in progress. Feel free to e-mail me your suggestions. |
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Unit 90502: Australia, Asia and the Pacific*Friday, 17 AugustSome absolute twat at the Uni of Southern Queensland decided that it would be really good to condense all of the history, geography, politics and economics of the entire Asia / Pacific region into one second year subject and then force every single student at the University to study it. (Oh my God, that's the longest sentence I've ever written.) When I find out who that annoying person was, I'm going to punch their lights out. F***ing academics! What would they know about the real world huh? I may as well go and poke myself in the eye with a fork (TM Uncle Bob),... or scrape someone elses fingernails down a blackboard so I can listen to it (I'd use my own but I bit them all off while reading my stupid textbook to this crappy subject!). As you can see, I'm at the point where I'm climbing the walls. This subject is like being beaten to death with a wet fish. Full of good intentions. I think I have to get out of the house. I'm going a little bit mental. PS: Sorry for all the implied swearing. I've noticed a few f words creeping into my vocabulary. One of my writing books says that its a sign of poor writing when you need to swear, it says you should have a better command of language. Well $*&+@ $%!~* @#$%)& *&^%&^%*&! (Inarticulate speech of the heart). PPS: I gotta get out of the house for a while. |
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Thursday, 16 August-*****A Barren WastelandIt's funny,... no, funny isn't the right word. It's bloody difficult when you're struggling with infertility and one of your friends rings with the (allegedly) wonderful news that they're pregnant. Do you say "Congratulations" or "F*** Off"? Or, do you just feel kind of numb. I am in the midst of my so-called peak child bearing years. So, unfortunately, are all my friends. No baby announcement thrills the socks off me anymore. It's more like a dull ache these days. "He
settles the barren woman in her home as a happy mother of
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Tuesday, 14 August**Termites & BurbsSomething tastes funny in my Nutri-Grain.... Hmm. I've been researching termites for a News Reporting assignment and now I'm paranoid that they're in my nutri-grain. They really are ugly little suckers, y'know. If you don't believe me look at a termite site on the web. Every pest controller insists on putting grossly enlarged pictures of the ugly little beasties. Gross. You'll notice the absence of the Red Earth links under the logos on my site now. That's because the Red Earth webring has been replaced by a "burb". Hmmm. Yeah, I didn't know what it meant either. I think it's basically a list of web-sites that all have similar stuff on them ie. Australian online journals. It's possibly less work for the administrator. I prefer the idea of a burb than a webring. At least you can read through all the sites and choose which one looks remotely interesting. Webrings are all 'next' and 'random', who knows what you'll get huh? I don't like to live life on the edge like that. I prefer to know what I'm gonna get. Go the burb. Yeah. |
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Best laid plans & all that,...-/+Saturday, 11 AugustWhat's that saying about the best laid plans?? So much for my first week of study! It seems like everything got in the way - the furniture arrived, DH was sick, I got sick, more furniture arrived. It's my own fault for not studying. Sometimes life gets in the way. On the upside, while assembling furniture yesterday, I got to watch Dmitri Markov, the Aussie Pole Vaulter win a gold medal at the World Championships in Edmonton. I was proud of him. He had two failed attempts at a relatively low height, but somehow, he found his rhythm. He went on to equal the second highest jump of all time. It reminds me of when I got up at 4:00am to watch the live broadcast of Kieren Perkins swimming the 1500 metres. It must have been from Atlanta or Barcelona so there was a huge time difference. It was so exciting to watch it live. Kinda like the excitement you must be feeling now,... as you see my life unfolding before your eyes. I never thought I'd see the day - but I am struggling to eat half a cherry ripe. This flu has done rotten things to my appetite. Blurgh. |
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Message from my sickbed-*Friday, 10 AugustDear Readers, I am coming to you today from sick bed. It's just as well my notebook and pen are cordless or I'd be really bored. In June / July I may have ranted about a certain person bringing their germs to work. I managed to elude said lurgy all that time. Until this week,... when I give up my job to study I am hit by a 20 tonne influenza germ! As low as I am, there have been some highlights. These include:
I'm glad it wasn't me that publicly said I use Ikea catalogues like porn.
Dr DH just took my temperature and it's 39.5 degrees. No wonder my face is red and feels like it wants to melt off. Better go now.
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The DNF Experience-*****Thursday, 9 AugustThere are days when you don't reach the finish line and you barely even get started. Even Schumacher has days when he stalls on the grid or crashes on the first corner. He stoically accepts it as part of racing. Personally, it would be enough to drive me round the bend. After years of forgettable birthday gifts, I decided to form a family alliance and give my darling husband a V8 Experience voucher. I'd been planning and saving for six months to get the cash together. Every member of our extended family put in money for this gift. DH wasn't well on and around his birthday so the voucher was a great cheer up. He didn't book his V8 Experience for a while because he wanted to be well enough to enjoy it. It was booked for Friday 3.8.2001. We both had asked for the day off work - we were pumped. I borrowed my sis & bro-in-laws video camera to tape this ace experience. We wanted a video to remember it with. On Tuesday 31.7.01 DH rang to check a few minor details and the V8 Experience answering machine said there was no room left to record any messages. Weird. He tried again on Thursday 2.8.01 and got the same message. He tried the Darlington Park Raceway phone number, and they informed him that V8 Experience no longer operated there. He called the Securities Commission and they were right. Receivers had been appointed on Monday to liquidate the V8 Experience business. Stalled on the grid, there's not much left for DH to do but sit and wait for the marshals to push him out of the way. He's an "unsecured creditor". If he's lucky he might get a few bucks back. DH's left to utter the "if only" mantra and I'm left on the sidelines, the racing wife, feeling helpless and cheated. At least he won't forget this birthday present. |
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Here at last!!!*****Wednesday, 8 AugustWe filled out our census form last night and I got to say that I am a full-time student. Pretty cooleo huh? The only other time I've been able to say that was my form for the electoral role and even then I was half lying. I'm not lying now Mr Census Taker,... I am, in fact, a fully-fledged full-time student. Yahoo-Buckeroo. Yes, I have real assignments to prepare and stress over. I guess what I'm trying to tell myself is, 'this is what writing in the real world is like, you have to juggle numerous writing assignments at once and you have to meet deadlines'. This is good practise (or is it practice? Miriam Webster says they are interchangeable, whereas Macquarie Dictionary merely states that 'practise' is the US spelling) for me. It's here at last. I am a uni student. PS: Technically, I became a student on 23 July. However, as you all know, I've been working full-time as a data-entry typist. (I am the Master!) PPS: The answer to the song lyrics game is... click here if you want to know. |
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