[Nod’s once again to Douglas Adams]

So, the conversation goes like this…

Bring Bring… “Local Radiology, Scary Nurse Speaking”
Moi… “Hello Scary Nurse, this is Dee, How are you doing?”
SN… “Good thanks” (Ok, so she’s not exactly scary, more, sort of represents a universal scariness given she’s in charge of this darn mammogram)
Moi…”I’d like to make an appointment for a mammogram please, I have a referral from Dr Ticket”
SN… “Certainly, what’s your name please?”
Moi… “Deeleea B Deeleea”
SN…”Well, I can see your referral in the system, you’ve had it since January haven’t you?”
Moi… “*blushes* Yes”
SN… “I’m afraid I can’t make an appointment for you. Because you are below the governnmentally intstituted regulation screening age you need to have a referral that demonstrates an existing pathology (a lump or some such anomaly) or a serious family history before we can book you in under Medicare”
Moi… “Well, I have a serious family history (see prev post)”
SN… ” am afraid that Dr Ticket is going to have to write that on the referral”
Moi…”well, can I just book in as a private patient and pay you rather than faff about with Medicare (bearing in mind Mrs Brick gave me the cash).
SN…”No, I’m sorry you’ll need to ring Dr Ticket and ask him to rewrite the referral and then call us for an appointment”
Moi…[hangs up with her flabber totally ghasted]

So, what I want to know is if Kylie had to put up with all this rubbish… I guess she had an existing pathology. Me I’ve just got a couple of dead relatives?

I will have to make another appointment to see another doctor because I didn’t actually bond with Dr Ticket the last time I was there and I want a nicer doctor to give me the referral, one who actually takes me seriously. I hardly ever have to go to the docs so when I do I go with a shopping list… please check out this mole, can I have my blood results, and can you book me a mammogram? I would not have thought that strange behaviour, surely general physicals include such things, but Dr Ticket clearly thinks I am an hypochondriac.

So, as you can see I did Try and book the procedure but got stonewalled. I promise I won’t leave it 2 months to try again…

On a lighter note I am somewhat heavier due to certain pancakes consumed at the latest Aussie wibmeet. Me, Ian, Semele and Miss Lisa hooked up in the city for dinner and what turned out to be an hilarious evening!!! Thanks for making the effort guys! It was great to meet you Semele and to catch up Ian! And Miss Lisa? Always a pleasure!!
I have brain fade and can’t remember any of the things we said we’d blog when we got home… except the sugar spilling and the shoe and hardware fetish… Loses something in translation I think!

I guess you just had to be there…

It sits on the shelf above the tv.

My sugar jar. The one that used to hold a kilo or two of common or garden variety white sugar.

Until Flick got her hands on it…

Now? Sugar of a different kind…2 kilos (4.8lb) of Gummi Skittles. Sigh… you know how hard it is to just look at it right??

Sheesh…

You can tell who’s been eating em by the top layer… as it stands at the moment the top layer are all red and purple. That means the green, orange and yellow ones have been consumed by someone…

Which serves to illustrate my candy theory, one I have subscribed to for a long time now and is backed up by extensive research and observation of human behaviour.

It’s actually more of a jelly bean theory really as it started by observing that people tended to veer towards a particular color when putting their hand in the bean bowl. You see it seems to me one is either primarily green motivated or red motivated.

One chooses tart v sweet, citrus v berry, green versus red.

Me? Yeah, I’m the green freak… green, then yellow then orange. So you can guess who’s been in the Skittle jar. Flick? happily she’s the red head… so we are mfeo, she’ll happily clear the top layer for me so I can get to the bottom of the jar where the rest of the green ones are.

Happily it’s not jelly beans, because the black ones would still be there.. They’re in a class of their own.

The Ecstasy: I have finished the website… You can see it here if you want. (The link opens a new window so you don’t lose your place!). It started off as a small idea and took on a life of its own, really, I am not sure how much work it will generate… hopefully enough for Honolulu…

The Agony: Now that it is online I realise the stuff I have to go back and re do… Where sites are concerned I am a perfectionist, it’s true! But I look at the site and all I can see are the bits that are wrong… too busy, too creative, can’t possibly be taken seriously…” etc. etc, and now that it is live contrary to it being just files on the Dell I can see it more clearly with and see where it breaks all the rules… so if you have a look at it please say nice things, maybe tomorrow you can tell me the truth…

The Ecstasy: I have been offered and have accepted a solo at the Jonah Concert in the Blue Mountains in a couple of weeks! What a thrill. I was reluctant to accept as I have never aspired to being a soloist, even after 3 years of full time training!!! A lot of my early years of training were wracked with nerves…However, now I feel like I am a much more confident singer than I was then and after a run through of my [small] part this evening I think I can do it, and do it well. At least those listening this evening approved, which felt nice.

The Agony: What if I totally stuff it up in front of a paying audience? It could cause terminal embarassment…