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Tuesday, October 17, 2017

October 17. Day 290. House arrest


Apparently house arrest has nothing to do with being so fixated with re-runs of House that you don't leave the couch. I'm doing what I'm told. Not going to work, resting and eating carbs. Repeat. Today I found the energy to get bored for a bit. I think that's because I'd watched all the House episodes I had recorded. I even considered marking for a second. Exhaustion returned immediately at the thought. My circle of operation extends only as far as Margaret's lounge room. Given I can hear her TV from my bedroom we are not talking very far at all. So the potential for something new and different to photograph is rapidly declining. Tomorrow, however, is a new day. My specialist has referred me to one of his mates for a second opinion. I get to go all the way to St Andrew's. Also I get to benefit from the experience of a former Harley Street specialist (yes, of course I Googled him). Also, I found QUT Library stocks all the House series. Guess where Drama Teen is heading after his classes tomorrow.

Monday, October 16, 2017

October 16. Day 289. Purple Rain

Jacarandas. So beautiful. So terrifying. At this time of the year Brisbane has been painted purple. On wet and windy days like today that results in purple rain and really, really slippery footpaths. But that's not the scary bit. As every student will tell you, the appearance of the jacaranda means final exams are near. As every university lecturer will tell you that means marking season is upon us. And yet other than leaving the house for blood tests, I sit on the couch and watch episode after episode of House. I like House and I am an expert in procrastination but that's not the point. I'm still on sick leave and while there is a awful lot of sleeping going on, I need a way of filling in the waking hours. Strangely, watching medical drama is kind of therapeutic, except for the episodes with exploding livers. Those ones my dodgy liver really doesn't need.

Sunday, October 15, 2017

October 15. Day 288. Ladies who brunch

It was my baby sister Lisa's birthday today. "Life" means a proper family celebration won't be able to be scheduled until later in the month. However a small something needed to happen. Also, in a rare act of organisation, I actually had a present ahead of time. That sort of rare orgnisation can not go un-noticed. The problem is I'm still not up for very much at all. So even though it's Lisa's birthday, both my mum and Lisa came to me and we went just down the road to one of my favourite brunch places. The dogs came too. It was just what the doctor ordered.

Saturday, October 14, 2017

October 14. Day 287. The Bear Necessities

Performers Nancy Denis and Candy Bowers
Nancy greets fans after the show
 It's an age-old tactic and often repeated literary device. If you have a difficult and possibly challenging story to tell use animals rather than humans to get your message across. It feels far less preachy to have humans dressed as bears use beats, poetry, hip hop and afropunk to deliver a sermon. Throw in outrageous wigs, too much pink, a slime gun and flouros and you'll have the audience eating up everything you are serving them including some pretty hard core concepts. There's a whole lot going on in One the Bear which we saw at La Boite tonight. ** At one level it's about a bear who became a pop star and forgot her bear origins and mates back in the woods. But it's a story about commodification, cultural appropriation, the taking and exploiting of lands from original inhabitants and the shallow notion of beauty and success. That's a lot to deliver in just over and hour while dressed in pink fur. It's funny, charming and very loud (both in terms of what you see and hear). Will the school groups who will flow through the doors of La Boite next week to see this co production love it? Do bears shit in the woods? The co-production between Campbelltown Arts Centre and Black Honey Company continues at La Boite until October 21.
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**My specialist's words were "have a quiet weekend". Sitting in a theatre seat is no more strenuous than sitting on the couch, right?
Candy B, one of the shows creators as well as a performer, enjoys a laugh after the show
Nancy Denis, Candy Bowers. Production image by Dylan Evans.

Friday, October 13, 2017

October 13. Day 286. Ready to fly


I'm still under house arrest. I am not getting any better at it. I swear even the kookaburras are laughing at me. I did get to leave the house this morning, where leaving the house is defined as driving down the road to drop off a poo sample and for a blood test. That's about as much fun as my body can handle, that and delivering the groceries to Margaret. Coles Click and Collect is a wonderful thing when all I have to do is click on the groceries I want and Drama Teen can drive to the supermarket to collect them. Winning. Mostly I am in bed or on the couch. Exactly why my chosen viewing is true medicine or medical fiction is beyond me. But I never tire of House. And the almost daily calls from my specialist continue. Liver counts are improving but not enough to consider going to work on Monday. He orders a quiet weekend and more blood tests on Monday. We might repeat the ultrasound. I go back to the couch and watch more House and order more groceries and listen to the kookaburras laughing at me.

October 12. Day 285. Say ahhh!



Patient. Adjective: able to accept or tolerate delays, problems, or suffering without becoming annoyed or anxious.

Patient. Noun: a person receiving or registered to receive medical treatment.

Whichever way you look at it, I'm not good at being patient or being a patient. On medical advice, I have to stay home from work, rest and eat carbs. That is just about as good as it gets it terms of things I like to do. I have two dogs more than happy to lie beside me in bed for as long as I choose which today was two hours in the morning and four hours in the afternoon. But doing nothing is all well and good when you choose to do nothing. Doing nothing because it is forced on you sucks. I did what I was told, really only venturing out of the house to visit Margaret. I even missed my second opening night at the theatre in a row. That NEVER happens. I was grumpy. I am grumpy. What gall, I think (although the gall bladder was ruled out as a likely cause early in the week). I try to be patient waiting for answers. I am not patient. At all.

















Wednesday, October 11, 2017

October 11. Day 284. Don't sh*t where you eat


My father was a man never short of a colourful phrase. One of them he'd pull out when the occasion called for it was: "Don't shit where you eat". On occasions the phrase was varied to end with sleep not eat. Still the message was clear and really had nothing to do with either poo or food. It just means don't mess things up in places where you like to hang out or with people you see regularly. Dad was full of good advice like that. It's the kind of words of wisdom the birds visiting Margaret next door might take to heart. I'd only just opened the windows after bringing Margaret home from the doctor's, when in flew the magpie. He hopped around the floor eating scraps of mince and then did a big, fat poo. Perhaps it's like burping. In my culture it's rude but in other places a big belch after a meal is the sign of your ultimate praise for the chef. It could be that a decent defecation clearing the way for more food is high praise indeed. Or perhaps it is just the sign of a creature who wasn't brought up with a man like my dad...