Photo catch up.

Still waiting!

So...I rang the hospital last Friday to see if there were any results on the 'lump' they removed. I was put on hold and then told, "Oh, the doctor is in theatre at the moment but I will leave your details for them."I didn't need to speak to Dr Cole, who did the surgery, just someone who could tell me my results.No one got back to me.That Friday I also called Dr Hussein in Stanthorpe to see if he had been sent any results. He hadn't.I tried again today, firstly calling the surgery in Stanthorpe but they had received nothing so rang the hospital again."Oh, I am not sure of procedure on that but am pretty sure they would have called you if there was anything that was urgent. I see you have a review next week. Do you want to leave it until then or would you like me to see  if I can speak to someone now?""Er....I would just like to know now if possible," I said having had this thing hanging over me for more than a year."Please hold."I was put through to Dr Coles' secretary.She too was sure that I would have been informed if it had been anything to worry about but she would let Dr Cole know I had rung.I said, "Look, I know he is busy and I don't like to pester and he was sure it was probably just a cyst but I would just like to know once and for all.""Of course you do, I understand that." She said. "Leave it with me."

Life is good.

So...my days recently have been filled with short walks, naps and catching up on long overdue emails. The weather has turned cloudier and there has been some rain.We were visited by Will's sister Shirley and her sister in law Robyn yesterday which was lovely and Will treated them to a cheese tasting of some of the cheeses he had brought down from Stanthorpe.We had a quick shopping trip to MacLean and were asked to pick up a parcel for Tracy which as it turned out wasn't the only one waiting.... There was one for me too!I couldn't understand it and Will was giving nothing away with just his smile but I opened the box to find vimto, midget gems, licorice all sorts and lemon sherbets. It was a 'get well' gift from Andrew in Toowoomba. I had another fit of the 'anaesthesias' at the unexpected kindness of it all.Will has returned unto Frogknot and shall not be back until Saturday at the earliest.I am to MacLean tomorrow.... by boat... to see about getting my sutures removed but I am feeling fine and have been sleeping well since restarting taking my twice daily long term pain killers....oh, and the Barking Tree Frog has stopped 'barking'.Life is good.

Noises in the night.

A few nights ago I heard splashing in the river...it sounded very close, much closer than the river itself. It sounded like waves washing on the shore. I went to the door  to listen wondering what it could be since I had heard no boat go past...and then I heard the 'breaths'... It was a large pod of dolphins swimming up river, possibly chasing fish into the shallows to catch them...it was too dark to see them... but their exhalations/ inhalations gave them away.As well as the constant chittering of crickets occasionally there is, outside our bedroom windows, a loud flapping noise of large wings followed by the crashing of what sounds like an uncoordinated landing amongst the banana tree fronds...fruit bats are checking out if the bananas are ripe yet.For the last two nights, both of which have been restless for me, a lonely Barking Tree Frog has called out all night. It sounds like a cross between an old wooden soccer rattle and someone saying 'eh?'....every  4 seconds. It is obviously waiting for an answer to it's call but it would seem to be the only one around...I reckon all the others have been killed by tired insomniacs and if I had the energy I would go and find this one and chuck into into the sugar cane. I can only hope it gets a sore throat and gives up it's search as a bad job. If only frogs were on ' Tinder' ...more people might have more peaceful nights!

Just tired.

I had a lovely and very filling breakfast in Yamba this morning and then went to see the surf produced by ex-cyclone Winston that battered Fiji recently. I was worn out on getting back and took to bed for some rest afterwards.I had lost my wallet and could not find it this morning, firstly thinking it had been stolen at the hospital, but then remembering I used it to buy my medication on Wednesday. I texted Will up cheese making at home but he could not find it in the car. I rang the Pharmacy but no one had handed it in.He arrived late this afternoon and sure enough it was not in the car but Will later found it in one of his bags that have been with me all the time. I don't know how it got there.I inexplicably burst into tears and sobbed which I think is more out of despair at being so fragile, tired and seemingly constantly in a 'lost wallet scenario' rather than the relief of finding it.