Delightfully Relaxed and Friendly

A few months ago my partner J drove me to Newcastle Airport so that I could fly to Brisbane to visit my high school friend, It was my first holiday in many years having not flown since 1991. I also found the experience very different to my time as an Ansett hostess in 1975/1976.

The Virgin crew were very good on the ground at Newcastle Airport. They assisted me via hydraulic lift to enter the airplane and the same on debarkation. While waiting for the lift at Brisbane I disclosed I had not been back to Brisbane since I lived and worked out of there as an Air Hostess for Ansett in 1975. The team leader promptly told the Captain and they all escorted me off the plane, chatting about the changes as I was wheeled to where my friend was waiting. The team leader was keen to meet up sometime to talk but I did not have my wits about me. I need to get some cards printed up so that people can contact me as it will make it easier, especially when advocating for people.

My friend was waiting for me, it was so lovely to see her again. It was a lovely drive to her home and so precious to spend time with her. She was on half yearly break and also needing the holiday. I met her wonderful daughter and we three went to The Bee Gees Walk which was amazing. I felt terrible for them though as my legs are so weak now I could not walk very far and had to sit a lot. However in the car I was fine and it was a wonderful trip there. We passed Indooroopilly Shopping Centre, a huge complex which we also visited on my last full day there. We also passed Ikea. Now I know where my Brisbane based friends are when they say they are shopping at Ikea.

Another day we drove to Morton Bay Shire and I adored the country town about an hour inland where L took me which had fabulous antique shops and galleries etc. I bought fudge from an antiques shop, after a long lunch with her and her friend. L bought some charming Wedgewood dessert plates from there. We then went back to her friend’s rural property where I met her family. It was lovely to see the family’s alternate lifestyle and be with fellow upcyclers etc.

L has committed to buying nothing new for a year and in that vein we went to many many fabulous charity shops. Amazing clothing in all the top designers was found and I hoped I could manage to get everything into my suitcase when I left!

I had one disaster with my colostomy. I had shockingly rapid output one day and I just managed to get to the toilet in a small shopping centre. The disabled toilet was huge however it had no surfaces for me to lay out my supplies and wet wipes etc, so disaster struck. It took me ages to clean up the toilet and floor etc and my poor friend was patiently waiting outside for me. After checking my clothing I considered myself lucky it did not go on there and then we launched ourselves into food shopping upstairs in the centre. Me holding up a quite a queue of able bodied climbers! However I found everyone I met there delightfully relaxed and friendly.

Straight after we had an appointment for tea at a friend’s Persian restaurant. On the way in the car I kept smelling poo. I checked my hands. Peeked into my leggings. Nothing. I scrubbed my hands with sanitiser but it was still there. After saying that it must be all in my head my friend started to smell it too! We were at a loss. I sprayed lots of my Frangipani perfume to cover it up and we went into the restaurant.

L introduced me to her lovely friend and we tried to decide what to have to eat. Eventually we had coffee and tea and decided on taking food home for dinner. We grabbed our bags, car keys and sunglasses and made our way to the car. I clambered into her car and buckled my seatbelt and when I went to put on my sunglasses I smelled poo. Yes….there was a blob of poo on my blackish brownish sunglasses. After screeching with horror then laughter I attacked them with my disinfectant wipes and we tried not to think of the sunglasses on the restaurant table for all that time.

When we returned to L’s house I texted my son, asking him if he could guess what had happened. I texted in short sentences building the drama. Of course he upped the ante by answering in funny memes of horror! It was storytelling at its finest. I sent that all on to my partner, though he loves words he also loves the way C and I are so alike and so bonded, even in our humour.

We had many wonderful meals at L’s home. A fabulous curry courtesy of her fabulous daughter E one night and L’s homemade soup another. The mornings were a great time to relax and prepare for the day. During a couple of the days L had some alternative medicine treatments while I op shopped to my heart’s content. When I was finished I found two great coffee shops in the trendy part of town. One vegan type one was so popular that police teams came in for their lunch. The other was a Coffee Club which had a distinct Queenslander feel to it. It had a huge outdoor room on the pavement and I commended them on their Disabled Toilet being Ostomy friendly.

On the last day we popped over to Indooroopilly Shopping Centre for a bit of shopping and lunch in the food hall. While we were there I received an urgent voicemail from the manager of dad’s care home. She said that my estranged brother was saying that he was in charge of dad and he wanted all his ID and paperwork so that he could move him to near where he now lives. She had managed to stop him but was very concerned. I told her I would be back the next day and the rest of the afternoon, my last day with L was spent making phone calls to see what could be done to stop this happening.

The next morning L dropped me at the airport and I made my way home. Waiting at Newcastle Airport for me was my lover, my friend, my companion and my partner. All four rolled into one. We had a glorious drive back, after watching the Airforce aircraft taking off just over our heads at Williamstown.

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Common Circus Belmont

Yesterday I had a flu shot administered by a medical student under the expert instructions of my GP. We all survived, I still have my arm, though it is a tad sore at the site which is usual.

The student was male which was unusual as we get a lot of female med students and he did an excellent job for a first injection!

I felt in need of a coffee as I always do if I am in the vicinity of Common Circus, the wonderful homewares and coffee shop opposite Belmont Lake.

I have been coming here since I moved into my home in 2015 and really love sitting at the large communal monk’s style table. I blog my memoirs, surreptitiously people and baby watch and chat to people from all walks of life as well as these days assess who is a tourist.

I remember the first time in 2016 when I was asked if I was a local! By a tourist. It was incredible and I felt really proud of my beautiful region. Then I chatted about Words With Friends and other things and yesterday I observed a lovely interaction with some young mums at the table.

One mum had a newborn in a sling which the other mum nursed for her. Her little toddler was hidden by the plants in the middle of the table so I could not see what he was doing. He was very quiet.

I asked if it was okay to take photos for my blog. Assured them it was anonymous and covered women’s health etc and coffee shop reviews! They liked that I think though the gorgeous young mum was concerned she looked awful as was sleep deprived and had no make up on.

You can judge for yourself from the photos below. There were lots of people coming and going. Business types in suits getting their take away coffees. Older people reading newspapers while they savoured theirs. And then the younger ones perched on the stools looking towards the lake.

There is a lovely outdoor area with a communal table and the staff is always perky. And not as a result of the coffee. They are naturally inclined that way! And. They know the names of most of their regulars!

I highly recommend this place, not least for the service they provide but for the way they make use of recycled paper boxes and napkins and cups instead of plates and cups and saucers. Their coffee and food is unparalleled too.

The decor is gorgeous with patchwork panelling and colourful coffee machines. Currently pink. Used to be aqua. I prefer the aqua but that is just my taste and the pink does not nauseate me as it may some people I know. Think fifties kitchens. Pretty.

Five star review. Excellent and has remained so, even improved if that is possible.

There Goes My Open Mouthed Smile

Yesterday I had a tooth extracted. It had broken within weeks of moving up here and staying to look after my mum and dad five years ago. I had some kind of a reconstruction on that molar a few years before that but they told me it might not last. I was eating one of my son’s amazing chicken burgers when I got an excruciating pain in my top gum. I semi shrieked, luckily mum and dad had gone to bed already, or they would have called an ambulance. They knew I did not show pain unless something was wrong and an ambulance was their lifeline.

This was quick though, over with as long as I ate on the left side only. A few days later I got so fed up with the reconstruction flapping around and jolting me with pain when I forgot and ate on that side that I grabbed ahold of it and twisted. It really really hurt but I pulled it out. It seemed like half a tooth. No decay at all and I was left with a complete tooth on one side and nothing on the inside, with the gum sealed over it.

I could not afford either the time or the money that year to get my tooth fixed. My parents were a 24 hours a day, 7 days a week job then. And I was existing on a pension after my then husband locked our bank accounts down after I locked him out of our flat in Sydney due to his bizarre behaviours. Then there was the physical and mental exhaustion at the end of the day and also nobody to look after my parents while I went to the dentist or recovered from an extraction.

I ignored a lot of things that year including diabetes, however I would do it again in a second. My son was ill as well and developed Pericarditis, there was no time for me to be ill. One of us had to present a front to mum and dad that they were calm and in control of everything that could hurt or bother them. And that is what I did, though I did get on top of the diabetes later that year!

So yesterday I had my teeth cleaned, a molar filled and then a very difficult extraction. The tooth kept breaking and shooting off bits of tooth at high speed. My lovely dentist had to push my head to the left a lot to get at the tooth. Unfortunately I have Foraminal Cervical Stenosis on the left side. Quite severe too! When he finally got it out I was a bit shaky in the arms and my feet kept catching as I walked home. I sat down for a while on the way home and gradually covered the distance. Not sure how. Maybe the same way I coped with mum and dad in 2013. By simply putting one foot in front of the other and working towards the goal. In my case getting home and laying down. Chatting on Facebook to dear friends and in real life to my son C and my friend J. The two most important men in my life. And the most caring, considerate men that anyone could have the privilege of knowing. I have been rewarded over and over since moving up here by meeting wonderful people, deepening existing relationships and reconnecting with people I had lost contact with. All this aided by technology. Facebook, Messenger, Words With Friends and Texting. I could not have accomplished or indeed survived 2013 without these things.

I had quite a bad time with bleeding afterwards, it did not stop for some hours until J suggested small ice cubes. I then got to have a look at my mouth and face. Swollen and distorted from the hard physical work of removing something that just did not want to come out! And there goes my open mouthed smile for a while too! After next week I will have an up to date mouth, until I can afford implants and teeth whitening anyway. And then it is on to the long list of health things to address, and get on top of. Not just because I have people relying on me, but because I have people who love me, and I owe it to them to look after myself. And I owe it to myself too, I deserve to be as well as I can possibly be. We all do.

 

Fifteen Minutes

One of the most important things to do as a carer is to take time out for yourself. Whether it is to go out to a coffee shop or creating your own little area on the verandah or in the sitting room or in your bedroom.

When living with mum and dad I liked to sit on one of their patios and look out to sea. The incredible beauty of Lake Macquarie went a long way to healing me of the trauma of my Silver Divorce. I loved seeing the way my parents dragged lightweight chairs around to catch the early morning sun and also to get the best views.

I liked to get a tray and some pretty china, in this case Magnolia, a set by Ashdene. Tea with a few diabetic friendly biscuits that can take up to fifteen minutes to nibble was heaven. No tech with it at that time, just blissful birdsong.

 

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