Today has been a case of do you want the good news or the bad news. I had an appointment with my new doctor as I wanted a second opinion for the ongoing cough I have had for months, my doctor in North Haven diagnosed it as asthma. Both Brian and I have been sceptical about this diagnosis, particularly as the Symbicort I was prescribed has not really helped. Enter my new doctor, I showed him the x-rays this morning and he believes asthma is not the problem….Hooray!
That was the good news, now for the bad news, he believes I have a condition called Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease, which is a long-term chronic condition that obstructs the airways to the lungs, a combination of chronic bronchitis and emphysema…..Yay me! I am booked in for a lung function test next week which will tell how advanced the disease is, he will then be able to advise the best course of treatment and a long-term prognosis. He has given me an information sheet and I have googled it, and while it is not the best prognosis it certainly is not life threatening, it seems that with treatment I will still progress from a grumpy middle-aged man to a very grumpy old man. Sorry Brian and kids, don’t count on the inheritance or insurance just yet :)
Today has not been a complete loss though, I had a lovely couple of hours with my son Blake. I am making the most of every opportunity with Blake before he leaves for Alice Springs at the end of next month. I miss him already.
It is very quiet here, Brian is asleep on the couch, I will have to wake him shortly as we are going to a 30th birthday dinner for my nephew Darrin. We have not seen Darrin for a while so it will be good to catch up for a bit. I suppose I will see some of my other nephews and nieces as well.
A bit of a disappointment today, I did not get the pigeon loft I was after, somebody else beat me to it. Oh well, you know what they say about he who hesitates. I am sure that when the time is right I will find another.
We have had quite a busy weekend so far. On Friday night we had dinner with Jo and Kate at The Red Dragon, I have to say the food was very disappointing, not as nice as we have had previously. It was the first time the girls had seen the new house, it was great to see them, we always have a good time.
Last night we went to Danyel’s for dinner, she is a work colleague of Brians. It was a good night, we met some new people and had a lovely meal, something did not agree with Brian though as he woke through the night with reflux.
Tomorrow we are off to Clayton Bay, looking forward to it, the weather will be lovely down there.
I read the other day that the Maori King has declined to meet the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge whilst they are in New Zealand next month, well who even knew there was a Maori King until now. Apparently a 90 minute meeting does not allow sufficient time for the appropriate protocols. Would you not think that a meeting with the future King and Queen of Great Britain would be such an honour that you would not refuse the request, I would think the publicity this meeting would have generated would have far outweighed any lapse in protocol.
I wonder just how many people outside of New Zealand even know there is a Maori King, unless you are an expat New Zealander of course. His Majesty will now forever be known to the rest of the world as the King that snubbed the British Royal Family, this would have been his time to shine.
I have just heard about the missing Malaysian Airlines plane, my heart goes out to all those affected by this tragedy.
Just sitting here waiting for Jo and Kate to arrive as we are going out for dinner. It is funny what pops into your mind sometimes, distant memories that you thought were long forgotten, some that you wish would stay forgotten.
I am reminded of a time I was on a business trip to Sydney, waiting for a plane to my next destination Melbourne. This was quite a long time ago, it must be at least 15 years. It was the night of an awards presentation in Melbourne for AFL footballers, and some of the elite players of the time from the Sydney Swans were about to board the same plane. I remember there was Tony Lockett, Paul Kelly, Wayne Schwass, and one of my son Blake’s heroes Michael O’Loughlin.
Michael was a player of Aboriginal extraction, a very good player with a large following, and I felt I owed it to Blake to get his autograph. Wouldn’t that make me a great Dad, at least for the moment.
Anyway we boarded the plane and as luck would have it Michael O’Loughlin was sitting within arm’s length so I summoned my courage and asked him for an autograph. I suppose the players must get sick of this but I could not let the opportunity pass. I explained the autograph was for my son, Michael smiled and took the pad and pen I offered and signed his autograph. I was mortified, and very embarrassed, when he gave me back the autograph signed by Adam Goodes, another Aboriginal player with the Sydney Swans.
Adam could hardly contain his mirth, he took my mistake with good grace and smiled broadly as he got off the plane before me. Fortunately for me he had gone by the time I slinked out of the plane, if only the floor could have opened up and swallowed me. I hope it made for a funny story with his football mates later that night.
I wonder whether Adam Goodes still remembers the idiot that mistook him for Michael O’Loughlin. If my memory serves me correctly he went on to win AFL Rookie of the Year at the award ceremony.
Fortunately for me Blake was just as happy with Adam’s autograph as he would have been with Michaels. I got my brownie points at the expense of my dignity.
As human beings we all seem to thrive on the misfortunes of others so picture this if you will. Last Monday was a particularly hot day in Adelaide, and the warmest part of the day is generally about the time we are on our way home from work. Driving home last Monday I was conscious of the fact that my car was in desperate need of petrol, but I decided I could make it to the service station on Hampstead Road, about 5 or 6 kilometres from my office. As I knew it would be touch and go I thought it best to have the windows down for that short drive, as I knew that having the air conditioning on would chew up the juice even more.
Before I even got to turn onto Hampstead Road I could see that the traffic was bumper to bumper, I could feel my anxiety rise. Just a minor blip in the traffic I thought, it will be fine, fine my butt, once on Hampstead Road I could see the traffic was banked up a very, very long way, and no sign of a service station. I knew there was a service station a couple of kilometres down the road so I drove on, fingers crossed.
Juts a couple of minutes later and a lorry full of squealing, grunting, smelly pigs pulled along side, but I soldiered on, windows down to try to keep cool. Now pigs are not human, they have no concept of bladder control, and it was not long before they started squirting pee all over the road, time to put the windows up me thinks. At this point I am thinking that not only is my car going to run out of petrol, but I have two unpleasant choices to make, do I cook in my car, or do I risk getting peed on by a pig, I decided to cook. Is that a smile I see
The traffic was not moving any quicker as I inched my way forward, and by now I could see that the traffic jam continued over the intersection, and as I could see a truck with flashing lights up ahead I decided to make a turn at the lights and look for a service station. Crap I thought, I may be out of the traffic but where in the heck is a service station? I decided to take some back streets and hope I came out before my original destination, the service station on Hampstead Road, otherwise I would be up the proverbial creek.
To cut a long story short I made it to the service station, and guess who had the last laugh little piggies, that pork cutlet for dinner was delicious. Oink!
What an eclectic bunch of winners at the Oscars this year, Cate Blanchett, Matthew McConaughey, Lupita Nyong’o, and Jared Leto from Thirty Seconds To Mars, now aren’t you impressed I knew that last titbit. I have seen Jared Leto in a film before, he played opposite Colin Farrell in Alexander, as the lover of Alexander The Great, he was very good in that as well.
I am quite concerned about the tension between Russia and Ukraine, it seems the Ukrainian people cannot take a break, one dictator gone and another trying to muscle his way in. One can only hope that common sense will prevail, the price of war is too horrific to contemplate.
There is nothing I dislike more than sore losers and people who openly conspire against others, Kelly and Chloe from My Kitchen Rules, pull your heads in, it is only a television show. Actually there is one thing I dislike more, liars.
Brian and I have just come home from a day out, shopping at Harbortown for some new shoes for Brian, and then off to help a friend who has just moved house. It has certainly been a beautiful day to be out and about.
We stopped in at Harvey Norman as we have decided we would like wi-fi to allow us to access the internet from any room in the house, not as straight forward as we thought. Time to rethink as our wireless access will apparently not be sufficient so we need to upgrade that as well. It is all getting too hard, I think I will throw my little hands up in the air and have a tantrum.
I have just spoken to the guy who advertised the pigeon loft for sale, he has just bought a house with the pigeon loft and just wants to get rid of it, the price seems very reasonable for what it is. We have just been out in the back yard with a tape measure and it should fit without too much of a problem, we just need to get rid of a few trees. The only forseeable problem is moving it from A to B, that will need some thinking as it 3.6m x 2.8mx 1.8m and is quite solid. If it is not easily pulled apart and put back together it may be too expensive an exercise to consider if I have to pay to have it relocated.
It seems we cannot give away these Kentia palms, not one genuine enquiry, I am glad I did not have to pay for the Gumtree ad. I thought by offering something for nothing we would be sure to get rid of them but apparently not.
Back to work tomorrow and then a long weekend to follow, we have a very busy three days planned. Dinner with Jo and Kate Friday night, dinner at Danyel’s Saturday night, off to look at this pigeon loft on Saturday, and then down to Clayton Bay on Monday. Back to work Tuesday for a rest.