OK, so Saturday night, I get a message from my mum.
"Ava Grace. 8lb 2oz. 51cm" My little brother and his fiance, Amy, had a baby girl.
Yay! Jack is so proud, he sounds like he is almost going to cry every time we talk. Sweet. . . .
Such a beautiful little girl, and a beautiful name to match.
So cute - she obviously takes after her handsome Uncle. . . .
I see the similarity, and no I don't mean the hair. . . .
Sunday - Had to wake up in time to move the car. . . 8am. Shit, its 8.45! Aaaargghhh!!! I jumped out of bed, splashed water, spritzed, dressed and ran out the door. . . all I need a fucking parking ticket!!! Luckily, no ticket. But since I was already dressed and had to move the car anyway, time to call Craig and arrange breakfast.
Determined to do things that would not usually be possible without a car, we drove to Randwick for breakfast. . . Spent the rest of the day driving around aimlessly. . . didn't really matter what we were doing, it was just nice to be driving again. . . ahhhhh. . . . I so need to buy a car.
Sunday night was spent watching DVDs, and frantic messaging between me and dean. Toal textual conversation.
Every message I get from him makes me light up. I get so excited. Every phone call, every time I see his number come up on my phone. It's hard to explain, but I just feel so happy.
12 days til I see him again.
Monday - OK, so once again, frantic wake up - God, car has to be back at 8! Mad rush showering, dressing, screaming off to the petrol station to fill up. Can you believe that if I returned the car without a full tank, they charge $2.84 per litre!!!! Fuck off! So I did it myself at the Shell near my house. Returned the car, no dramas.
Had my appointment for CT scan and Ultrasound at 9.30. . . interesting. And I thought Ultrasounds were only for looking at unborn babies. And CT Scans were for head trauma. Well there you go. So it was kinda cool watching the ultrasound. Seeing inside my arm was kinda neat!
Anyway, after that went back to docs to get the results interpretted. Turns out theres confirmation my tendon was partially severed, and since the hospital I was originally treated at didn't do anything about it, just sewed me up, the scar tissue developed attached to my skin - so technically my tendon and wrist are stuck together. Noice. . . . .
So not only did the hospital fuck up the stitching (another doc told me the stitches were done poorly), they also didnt repair the internal damage before sewing me up and sending me home! Bastards!
So, now I have to go see a Hand Surgeon. Some specialist who is going to do an MRI scan on my arm to see exactly what they will need to do. Good chance I will be sliced back open and everything cleaned back up. Shit - if this happens, there is another month of rehabilitation. A month of not being able to go to gym. Flabby bod here I come. A month of not being able to open bottles & jars. And, God forbid, another month of not being able to jerk off. . . .
***Dean. . . can you spare a hand (amongst other things) for a month? I need you. . . .***
Even worse. . . surgery will mean I won't be able to go to Sleaze. . . noooooooo! I was so looking forward to the party. Dean and co were coming up. It was gonna be a blast. The sweetest thing though, Dean told me that if I can't go to Sleaze, he isn't going to go either. Sweet. I still think he should go. But he wants to spend the weekend with me. . . . ***and endorphins released. . . now. . . . ahhhhhh. . . . .***
Brings me up to this evening. Again, at home, watching TV, writing my blog, and keeping up to date with goings on in good old Parkville. . . I love hearing about all their dramas. . . :op
That's it for today. It's been fun.
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