Dances to the beet of her own drum

Nablopomo finished today and I didn’t quite manage it.

But I was in hospital for a few days!

Or was madly trying to be organised for being hospital.

Or burning down my house!

I did manage 30 posts for the month though so I feel like that was a reasonable effort towards the goal.

I’m SOOOOO excited!! I’m sitting here reading over our latest electricity bill and its down by a whopping $350!! We will be $100 in credit by the time we get our next bill.

Now. The trick is to keep it low through this quarter when we are using the air con. Sigh.

But still $350!!!

In my own bed!

Without alarms or bells or lights going off at all hours of the night.

Without nurses poking at me or injecting me in the middle of the night.

Or having full blown conversations with me then expecting me to pop right back to sleep.

I’m going really well. I have not lifted a finger, had a g/f visit for lunch and have caught up on some reading and web surfing from the comfort of my bed and numerous plump pillows.

I’ve been quite surprised that I am not in more pain. I have only been needing a bit of panadol the past two days for my uncomfortableness. And that’s all it is. A feeling of being uncomfortable. I must be really lucky on this occasion methinks.

I’m home, I’m home!!

Need to get some sleep right now, but will catch you all up tomorrow.

Was under the bed! lol

Have scoffed down 3 pieces of dark choccy and am now at peace.

Yes.

I am making up shit to post about to make up for my absence later in the week.

But you love me anyway!

And I still haven’t found the damn chocolate!!!

My g/f’s keep me sane.

One of the them the day before my op made comment about them ripping my guts out on the slab. That was Anja - always helping me keep things real! lol (ok ok the ripping the guts out bit was mine, but the slab bit was all hers!)

And here is Nikki’s ode to my uterus -

U is for unique which is what you are
T is for terrific, I admire you from afar
E is for excellent, our friendship I can’t compare
R is for rambunctious, you handle life with flair
U is for understanding, your compassion knows no end
S is for super, I am glad you are my friend

Oh OK, its an ode to me. But it made me giggle and Nikki is a doll.

ooooooo and we mustn’t forget the final countdown song that was our email loop theme song for last weekend.

Now if they would just send me chocolate……………………..

luv ya’s!

(see my lovies - now you girls are stars in bloggity ville lol)

lmao

Rightio then!

Where’s the damn chocolate gone??

I only have 1 hour and 25 minutes more that I can eat for and I want chocolate now!!

mwahahahaha

No not in flames.

Just up.

As in erected.

In our living room.

Did I mention that I’m talking about the Christmas tree?

TJ loves the tree. This one is quite piddly compared to what we’ve had in years past, but it will do for this year. We’ll get a nice sumptuous one after chrissy when Target discounts them all. lol

TJ has also put together a little 60cm tree that I picked up for $5 after last Christmas. It came complete with lights, tinsel and decorations. It will go on the dining table when we finish cleaning the kitchen/dining room.

If we ever finish cleaning the kitchen/dining room. Sigh.

Yesterday I was just feeling daft for having a damn fire in the kitchen.

So today on top of feeling stupid, I also feel guilty. I haven’t been able to help cleaning the kitchen up. Every time I stepped foot near it I started coughing. Asthma type coughing. Argh.

I only usually get asthma if I have a bad cold and it goes to my chest. Since I quit smoking a few years back, I only get it a couple of times a year if I’m unlucky, but I had asthma last night after the lungful of crap I inhaled trying to put out the fire. I’ve never had an asthma attack on the fireground. But then bushfire smoke doesn’t contain fumes from chemicals/plastics etc either

Consequently my poor hubby, who has had 3 out of state trips this week and is leaving for another one tomorrow morning, has had to spend the entire day cleaning the kitchen for me. Every wall, every surface, every cupboard has smoke/soot/fire extinguisher powder on or in it.

He hasn’t made it up to the ceiling yet and part of the upper walls (our ceiling is 11ft high in places) but when I peeked in for a look a little while ago, he’d cleaned up enough that I was OK. I guess the kids and I will clean out some more of the cupboards tomorrow.

Maybe then I won’t feel so damn useless, after I’ve done something.