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I was reading a post from Geekergosum – who incidentally seems to think starting a blog post with ‘I’m’ is lazy – about the daily post. I think I may have posted on the subject of the daily post only once before, but I thought, what the hell. The girls have firmly planted themselves in my lap and I’ll let them enjoy cuddletime for a bit longer since they have managed to do it today without impeding access to laptop! So off to the daily post I go, only to find that the prompt of the day is “Are you patriotic? What does country mean to you?”

Firstly, I think it’s a little unAustralian to be overtly patriotic but secondly, we are in the final stages of an election campaign so it’s bloody hard to feel good about much country-wise.

Take this for example – our two major parties are trying to out-tough each other on the subject of people arriving by boat and then claiming asylum. All the figures show that the number of refugees Australia takes in from boat people is small comparative to other countries. More people arrive by plane and overstay on their visa than arrive by boat. Yet I don’t hear anyone crying ‘stop the planes!’ while ‘stop the boats’ has become a tiresome mantra of both parties. Has anyone in politics considered recently that how they got to Australia? I’m pretty sure that Tony Abbott – our probable next PM – came here by boat as a 10 pound pom. My ancestors ALL arrived by boat – at least one of these was at her majesty’s pleasure (a convict who arrived in 1814) and the rest were ‘free settlers’ arrived throughout the 1800s. Of course, the traditional owners of this land we now call Australia didn’t invite any of these boat people but no one is talking about that right now.

Meanwhile, one of our smaller political parties which sits on the left of the political spectrum, is campaigning for a more humane approach to people seeking asylum in Australia. In doing so, they seem to have lost all sense of logic, as they are reportedly directing preferences to the Palmer Australia Party. For my overseas readers to give you some context, this party – the Greens – has as a key belief policies which benefit the environment. Palmer Australia Party is founded, and led, by Clive Palmer, a man who has made his money from coal. Palmer was a member of our conservative party for decades. According to Wikipedia – the gospel truth – Palmer supported the campaign to have Sir Joh Bjelke-Petersen elected as Prime Minister of Australia. Sir Joh was a long serving premier of Queensland who, was finally forced to resign amid corruption allegations. Gee, wouldn’t he have made a fantastic PM?

So in answer to the daily post’s question – am I patriotic – today, the answer is definitely no. I have decided that Australia’s politicians have all gone barking mad!

 

For what we are about to receive, I am truly embarrassed

Three words make me shudder. Prime Minister Abbott. Yet, it would seem those three words in about a week’s time will be put together permanently for 3 years. To the world, I apologise for what may be about to happen.

Tony Abbott, the man who once described climate change as ‘crap’, is set to be our next Prime Minister. Tony, opposes nearly everything. Euthanasia – against. Abortion – against. Emissions Trading Scheme – against. Gay Marriage – against. Australia as a republic – against.

My mother taught me how to vote. Her advice was simple. Decide who you dislike the most and vote for the other side. I most certainly dislike Tony Abbott the most. A conservative Catholic who has no ability to separate his personal views from public policy is not my choice.

God Help Us

I don’t normally write posts on anything to do with politics. When considering this post, I actually asked myself, is this even about politics?

I think the answer is no.

I think what this post is about is the frightening idea of one particular man becoming Prime Minister of Australia.

Former Prime Minister Paul Keating, has said is Tony Abbott becomes Prime Minister of Australia, then God Help Us All.

Here are just a few of the things Tony Abbott has said over the years.

This is a man who says, that if his answer is prepared and scripted then you can take it as Gospel, but if it’s said on the fly then maybe it’s not really true.

And on gay marriage (and note once again, oh he chose his words poorly when he said he was threatened by gay people)

and just one more: Tony Abbott said this of a terminally ill man who was a fierce advocate for justice and compensation of Australians exposed to asbestos at work.

“I know Bernie is very sick, but just because a person is sick doesn’t mean that he is necessarily pure of heart in all things.”

Oh and the next day he once again said he chose his words poorly.

I don’t think Tony Abbott chooses his words at all. I think he says what he really thinks (which is frequently quite offensive and disrespectful of certain sectors of society) and then when he gets pulled up for it, he apologises.

God Help Us All Indeed.

Fair dinkum I’m lighter


 

 

This sign (right) is like me at the moment – semi-functional. You can see that it is supposed to read “open licensed”, however it doesn’t quite.

I’ve had lots of emails and well wishes. Some blunt – ‘damn, I don’t get to inherit your camera’… ‘oh, you’re still alive’ flavour… and others more typical. So to answer a few of your questions.

Am I lighter? Yes. I have no idea how much an appendix weighs but yes, I am appendix weight lighter. (I googled as we all know the internet answers all and the clearest reply I could fine was 6 oz. I then used my i-phone app convertor to discover that’s about 170 grams. The wonders of technology!)

Actually I’m more than 170 grams lighter. At the moment I weigh 59 kg. I was 61, so I expect it won’t last. I can’t say whether those 2 kilos have solved all my trousers issues as my tummy feels (even if it isn’t) a little swollen.

Second question – do I have my appendix in a jar. (Of course, a boy asked this!) No, I do not. But goosey don’t despair. I found a DVD on you tube supplied to a patient who wanted his appendix in a jar. I didn’t watch all the way to the end. I only needed to see those pointy things push through the skin to explain why I was sore even though I have almost no scar or cuts (on the outside that is). Link to video:

If you’ve just groaned, then you have to at least watch the first 10 seconds of the clip below… You will laugh – it’s the disco, animated, musical version of surgery!

Have I had any complications? Yes. Some are documented in medical textbooks – e.g. nausea and vomiting. Others are not i.e. cat intervention. Convincing saffron and licorice that my stomach is not an available lap location is a challenge. I’m not sure which of one did it, but on day two at home, I was caught by surprise when one of them jumped onto my lap and put her paw right on the incision. That one did start bleeding again but the cuts are so tiny it doesn’t take long for it to stop.

As for pain, I said to a friend, I’m not sure which is worse – my stomach pain or listening to Tony Abbott repeat fair dinkum.

Lastly a comment on the home nursing service. My mum is such a gem. I am usually the one with the cooking disasters. Day one home from hospital (I didn’t eat much there!), I ask for cheese on toast brunch. Mum kindly prepares it for me and comes and sits on the couch. Licorice jumps in her lap. A few minutes later, mum yelps – ‘oh the toast!’ She pushes licorice off (no easy feat) and scurries to the kitchen to open the door to a plume of smoke. I’m not talking a little wisp… imagine cloud of smoke. It fills the entire room and the smoke alarm starts to screech. Mum does that ridiculous manoevure with the cloth waving it under the detector which never – ever – works. I – still on the couch – no, you need to stand on a chair and press the button. ‘which button?’ By which time I’m on my feet but no way I’m about to stand on the chair.

In complete contrast, the second home nursing service cooked a perfect ommelette – bacon, mushroom, cheese with a dash of sour cream. (I must acknowledge that mum burning something is super rare… that’s what made it exceptionally funny!)