Whine!

Today marks the third year of our marriage. It seems simultaneously very short and very long. I hear that by year 3 you’re supposed to be kind of nonchalant about your spouse, being married has become somewhat prosaic etc. etc., but I don’t find that at all. We are only happier and closer than we have ever been before.

We celebrated by both taking a half day at work and cooking dinner together since we knew we had to go to rehearsal tonight. We made rouladen and rotkohl (well, we only had green cabbage not red oh well) and they both turned out surprisingly well! Maybe there hides a German cook somewhere inside me despite all appearances otherwise…

Now it’s midnight and we have been up cleaning the house and watering plants etc. etc. since we got back from rehearsal two hours ago. Not an ideal way to spend your anniversary night but we have to be up in a mere 4 hours to catch the plane to Adelaide…

I find myself disgruntled despite myself. Endo has been keeping me from sleeping for nights on nights, I am consequently coming down with an itchy cold, Kettricken is sick with some weird itching problem and is biting out all her fur and I hate to leave her, my doctor is being recalcitrant and is jovially NOT returning my calls to schedule the next surgery… I really feel like I’ve overextended myself for this coming month October what with concerts and gigs to play, surgery, travel, the Great Teva Race, and my upcoming baptism (yes, I am getting baptized). Not to mention all the typical things like work, rehearsals, keeping house in order and food on table etc. etc., and the neverending coding projects I’m doing on the side. The pain and lack of sleep have just the potential to turn a busy month into a miserable one.

But, I signed up for all of this! (Not counting the endometriosis.) Listen to me whine! Ugh, ugh.

Mnozil Brass

Everyone must watch this
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQRPNsow_xY

and this
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qkjfUhPwr3k

SO funny. They are as dorky and bizarre as only good Germanics can be. And did I mention, ridiculously good?

So they are coming to Brisbane for only *one* day next week, so we got tickets! It is the day after we get back from the rocket launch in Boondocks, South Australia.

Ah yes, did I mention we are heading out to the middle of nowhere (aka Woomera) tomorrow to watch some uni students launch a bunch of rockets? I think I did.

Misery

This pain is relentless.

No matter how many painkillers I take, it will not let me sleep fore more than 2 hours before it wakes me in misery and nausea.

Why? Why is it so much worse at night, why is it so much worse when I lie down? It isn’t as if I even lie down to sleep anymore: I sleep sitting up which in itself is horribly uncomfortable. It makes no sense whatsoever.

I am so tired.

Final trivia

rebuked me for not putting up any more panty liner trivia, so here is the last lot for a while.

- A Boeing 747 plane holds about 216,846 litres of fuel.
- Figs have the highest dietary fibre content of any common fruit, nut or vegetable.
- A ballet enthusiast is called a “balletomane”.
- Artichokes are flower buds.
- A cheetah’s stride is seven to eight metres in length. It completes four strides per second.

See you next month!

Tax time

I did my taxes today.

Let me correct that. I did both Zaubi and my *individual* taxes today. In this crazy country, not only does the fiscal year start July 1, there is no such thing as joint filing! No such thing! Isn’t that nuts? Everybody files their own taxes, regardless of status. Thus, none of these confusing “Are you Head of Household” questions.

And I, giving the piddling amount of money I have made due to 1) only working since March 2) taking certain weeks off work 3) being underpaid (yes, ministry jobs do not pay well) and 4) going part-time since September, get ALL MY TAXES BACK!

Yes, mwahahah! ALL taxes back! Of course, considering that I made little money, they taxed me little money, so I don’t get back much, but who cares. It should pay for approximately 1/3 of my upcoming expensive surgery and that is a bonus no matter which way you look at it.

(Incidentally, Zaubi is getting back a stunning $72. But who’s to complain? $72 > 0.)

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In other news, there was a wee incident between my arm and a pan of hot fat the other day. My arm has broken out in disgusting large blisters. I look like I have bubonic plague of the arm.

Oddly, however,they do not hurt.

Summer nights

Every night at just 6 the cicadas come out. They make the most fantastic noise: an overpowering throbbing din.

Summer is on its way…

When I hear them, I go outside and look at the first stars glinting in the deepening darkness, and those lines of Edna St. Vincent Millay always come to mind (although cicadas are not frogs):

I am waylaid by Beauty. Who will walk
Between me and the crying of the frogs?

Panty liner trivia++

I know you’ve all been waiting in eager suspense.

Yes, I unwrapped another panty liner this evening.

- A guinea pig can run three hours after being born.
- The average loaf of bread is more than a third water.
- The largest eggs in the world are laid by sharks.
- It takes over 20,000 litres of water to product one kilogram of beef.
- Flamingos live up to 80 years.

Trivia for the Red Wave

Did you know…?

- The pelican breathes through its mouth. It has no nostrils.
- A “buccula” is the name given to a person’s double chin.
- A lobster’s kidneys are in its forehead and its teeth are in its stomach.
- A person living to age 75 will have slept almost 23 years of their life—220,000 hours.
- The highest rating that can be given to a top-quality diamond is D-Flawless.

I didn’t know these things until a few minutes ago either. You want to know how I know now?

Well, a few minutes ago I was unwrapping a panty liner. Yes, that’s right folks, a panty liner. As I was about to toss away the piece of paper that covers the sticky bit of the liner, some writing caught my eye…

I’m baffled by this. Baffled. Why is there panty liner trivia? Does it help consumer sales? Give us ladies some whimsical reading as we deal with our monthly trial?

Um, I can’t wait for tomorrow morning?

More medical moanings

I never really thought about the fact that beef jerky is raw meat until I made my own. And it’s not bad, really not bad: but I still need to find a proper biltong recipe.

It is only 4:37 PM and the weekend has begun! I left work early today: thank goodness I happened to stay late yesterday! By 3PM today, my eyes were about to fall out of my head from boredom even though I still had things to do.

Fridays hit you that way sometimes.

I feel like I should be all better form last week’s surgery but I’m not. In fact, my stomach actually really hurts. The incision itself is feeling better but there is this horrid ache in my insides and if I try to stretch or lean back I’m struck with bolts of pain. Perhaps scar tissue is forming and my sedentary lifestyle isn’t providing enough moving around to keep things flexible? I don’t know. That, plus the normal descent of endo shoulder misery today kind of put me off but I took a whack of advil/codeine at 2 to try and alleviate it.

Anyway, I went to see my surgeon on Wednesday and it turns out the news wasn’t as good as I had thought.

Ahhh, spring!

Spring has come to Queensland.

The air feels fresh and warm and is redolent of flowers… the sun gets downright hot during the day, but still is just a promise of what it will be come full summer. Everywhere, plants are springing with new growth. That week of heavy rain has wrung a transformation in the garden: once so flat and brown, it now has every appearance of lush greenness that takes your breath away (until you get up close and realize that there is no grass, only strange Australian clover). The jasmine bushes that I planted along the pool fence have exploded into bloom and the air is heavy with the scent of hundreds, nay, thousands, of those tiny star-like flowers.

And along with that silver lining comes a cloud: the biting ants have returned. Today I received not one but TWO bites, the first of the season! Both times on the bottom of my feet: both times the poison creeps through my veins and sends a dull throbbing agony all the way up my leg.

What’s more, insects grow to an unnatural size.