Med Appts Are the New Hot Dates

Definitely not my desk

There was a time when seeing a good-looking doctor could at least brighten the day but now all my doctors are either children or young females so that takes the shine off that.

We are still trying to coordinate carer transport and medical appointments which nearly sent me round the twist this morning. First I have to ring my care service to see when they have scheduled my regular helper because they have a habit of changing times, which I forgive as I am in the habit of changing it too for emergencies so it works both ways.

Then I find we are going to be a bit short of time for the appointment I have made for next week. So I ring back the skin clinic and see if they can bring it forward yes. But I have already put it all in the phone calendar with a reminder an hour before and all that stuff.

So I go back to my care service to say when did they say my helper was starting and they said 11:45 and I said that was good because I now had made made my appointment for 12 15 in Charlestown, pause for thought, I did I say that I’m trying to read my very big print notes which says Gail comes at 11. 15 Dr 11:45. and if that waswhat I have put that in my calendar well that is what it will have to be because I am turning up at 11:45 at the skin clinic whatever.

So that is one appointment done now I have to get ready for my eye clinic appointment that until yesterday I had forgotten about it because I have had visitors and my whole schedule is out of whack and I don’t know what day it is. I would have known today was Thursday if the Gardeners had come yesterday as they always did on a wednesday but now the village has sent the Gardeners packing who were a lovely little team of garden gnomes and have hired contractors who have not been seen yet so the courtyard is becoming a mess without their leaf blower every week. But that is a minor problem.

It was a big mistake to wake up at 6 a.m. and decide to get up to get things done when my brain is decided it’s not going to function till after 11 a.m. .

Today should have been shopping social day with my helper my but I have overspent during my cruise and trips to the garden centre plus the retail therapy handbag previously mentioned and I had my online groceries delivered and paid for yesterday and I have to come up with $500 upfront to have a needle stuck in my eye at 12:45. I think it’s a good idea to curtail the shopping anyway.

Now I did say my appointment was at 12:45 didn’t I?

Later: Sooooo, c can only blame lack of sleep but I was only just showered and dressed when my helper arrived at 11:15 and we set off for the eye specialist and arrived there at 11:45 a.m. Yes you know just 11.45 when I had just said about my appointment was 12:45. Oops. That worked out ok as we had time to go across to the shopping complex and check out the mobile phones at JB Hi-Fi plus HP computer tower I had ordered without actually looking at it and found a new midnight blue Delonghi kettle on special or $69 which I texted to my son would be a great idea for my birthday in September ! Well he gets it at discount.

By then there was only just time to get back for my appointment and my helper had to leave me there aas arranged because it was nearly 2 hours before I actually went in for my eye injection, and after 3pm when my taxi dropped me home $30 poorer. 4 hours of not fun, apart from the laughs Gail and I had along the way.

Such is my social life. The only hot in my hot date was the new date in my calendar and warm latte we got from the bistro next door.

Flying Not So High But Thrilled

Photo courtesy Airborne Flight Training

Going up tandem in a motorised hanglider, or microlight (we used to call the ultralights) is one of the best experiences of my life, and I highly recommend going up for a bird’s eye view of the world while the wind rushes past. Coming down to land is such an adrenalin rush.

My flights were with friends over Singleton during late afternoon, then over the wheat stubble of Parkes in what felt like a kitchen chair with a seatbelt suspended from a triangular sail!

Ultralights then were under development, and I remember Airborne as manufacturers and developers of the best. Im assuming this company that also does flight training is a continuation from the 1980’s? I will correct if wrong.

My friend, Denis Cummings, was very involved with regular hangliding, being at that time a world record holder in the Guiness Book of records. He was also great mates with the Duncans who were totally ìnvolved in producing and flying those latest motorised craft. I often saw them flying over Newcastle towards late afternoon. Bit like ET in tandem against the sky!

It was a very cool and exciting world to be part of at that time. There was always serious risk involved. Nature can be fickle to fliers.

My two flights have never been forgotten, and I loved every minute.

Today’s microlights comply with stringent safety conditions.

The Newcastle Herald carried a feature today, (link in blue below), and having just looked at the amazing photos taken over Lake Maquarie I am sorely tempted to book a flight from Belmont, now renamed Lake Macquarie Airport.

But first I must lose a few stone!

Click here: Go on a flight through Youtube. Just how it feels!

Read about fun flights available from Belmont (Lake Macquarie Airport)

Not me, but this is modern version was how I flew! Photo courtesy Airborne site

Poyetry (sic)

Haven’t done a poyum in ages

no lovelorn laments

Rants and cross rages

Came up with some thoughts

Just a moment ago

Then I blinked and forgot…


maybe it’s good that lately

life has not given me much

to complain aboutor be driven

perhaps it is good to be sitting content

thinking I must enliven

where once upon time I would have

angsted on scansion

I lean my recliner

In my mini mansion

this voice to text gizmo

is proving quite handy

Though I just can say ‘sit’

and it usually writes something to do with sex instead but Ive forgotten about all that (so I lie, I can remember the best bits, I’m not senile) and I can’t think of anything to rhyme with sex so Ill go and have a coffee. Darn you, predictive text!

Eunice C English

My rather tired geranium

Note: poyum and poyetry are the correct Scottish pronunciations. Trust me.

My Jimi Hendrix Experience

cjheck out Jimi Hendrix here

Watching a program oñ 60’s musician Jimi Hendrix on SBS and remembering going to his very loud live concert in Chesterfield, UK.

He played his electric guitar with his teeth, behind his head and in ways never seen before. Much of it was wasted because the audience screaming was totally deafening.

Since my Dad was playing his own guitar steel/Hawaiian style across his knees to accompany his favourite country songs at the time Jimi’s innovative guutar playing left me cold. To be honest I thought his performance was stupid, obviously stoned and was glad when all the noise finished!

I was about 17 and pretty naive, worked as a female white Public Servant in a regional UK tax office. Very straight and couldn’t be more opposite than this cool black musician. The whole concert opened my mind to live music, for Jimi was only one act on the bill.

He looked so ill, his dark skin stretched yellow across his cheekbones. I remember that so clearly.

It was a life-changing experience but seeing him now I think what a waste that the drugs ruled him and his performance and what could he have been with that talent and his cool sense of humour.

He died soon after. Drugs related.

Watching the programme and all those obviously stoned people with their jerky movements on lsd, acid, whatever, I think here I am, taking stuff to stop me shaking at the opposite end of the spectrum. Ironically medical marijuana is said to be coming an answer to all mý symptoms. But I still cant play a guitar properly.

He was beautiful, but by the time I saw him he was totally wasted in all ways. I can only play chords A, D and E but I am still here. Ive had my few minutes of fame on tv and radio, but nobody is going to make a tv programme about me, and that is okay.

Hawaiian guitar music still soothes my soul and Jimi Hendrix doing his improvisations still grates on my nerves. A lot of music has filled my life and told my story.

Then there were the Beatles. Yes Ive still got the scrapbook.