September

October At Least It’s No Longer September

And again, it’s another Fucking Monday! I don’t even get to stay off grid on weekends until 5pm anymore. I joined the Owner Corp Board and there is a lot of chat. There are in fact about four chats for all the different things and on the upside, the board is organised and the new Strata is super organised. But Monday started and my carer had left already. I’m still putting out spot-fires in my weeks roster, meetings and things so I’m like, can a girl have her breakfast please? Put on her moisturizer? Its 2pm.

Best comment from the group chat to be given a special mention is Bin Juice. Our building has some overdue water leaking maintenance to be attended to and its October, so wet season and somebody queried if the bin room had a leak or was it Bin Juice! You are welcome.

It’s now after 3pm and my 3.30 has reached out to say they are running late. I hang up the phone considering I have suffered enough today and deserve a kip before my 6pm meeting I’m hosting and my incoming appointment and I don’t know where my day went. Not even a chance for a kip. Spot-fires are out.

Still trying to catch up on the fallout from 2025. FARK!

The following day was rough. I managed to do full adulting and even had a review call from the NDIA about my Appeal. To be continued. And when I took my morning pills to have breakfast finally everything went sideways. I had to cancel my taxi and my appointment and go back to bed. All because I skipped a meal the day before. Like, that’s a new thing.

Apparently living with chronic pain it’s a common problem to not have three meals a day. I don’t remember when I last had three meals a day. It’s been a lifestyle thing for over thirty years.

It is to say I’m six months from starving to death and I’m struggling with the new issue of trying to get enough protein then fibre into my day, every day. I am struggling to have three meals a day. Now, I’m trying to get 100 grams of protein in each day. It’s harder when you have habits of certain meals on particular days. Don’t ask your friend who has done Body Sculpting how many grams of protein they have in a day, I mean it. Don’t!

Answer: 240 grams.

The Last Weekend in September

Once again, it’s that time of year when this weekend just passed, Australians gathered to yell at their televisions or went to an oval to yell at the outcome of two leading teams pitted one against another. Once a year I try to do a sporty post for people that way inclined. Don’t know if anybody here is bothered? But Hellonwheels don’t do sport. Not really interested.

When I was young, I was dragged to Little Aths, short for Little Athletics in my hometown to run sprints and other sporty things. I was pretty good at running and even high jump. I had my own technique of running hell for leather at the matt and at the last second throwing myself headfirst over the bar landing on the back of my neck in a roll. Alas, at some point my interest or skill waned. Not sure which but being dragged to this torture ceased.

Meanwhile, I’ve stated before my interest in the AFL is rather low. The grand final was this Saturday just gone. My team who shall remain nameless has not won a grand final since the mid-90’s. Shame! Shame! Just disappointing.

Alas, my interest to sit through a game even on TV is zero and the end of the season I want my team to not be on the bottom. Collingwood not to be on the top and the cup to stay in Victoria. Because I’m old school and am loyal to a time when all the teams existed in Victoria from the days of it being called the VFL.

You can get some history here…….https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Victorian_Football_League

A few years ago, a new favourite carer started on my usual Friday shift. It was halfway through the day, we realised our teams were to face-off that night. Causing me to state “That’s it! We can’t be friends no more” and we have roasted each other about it ever since.

So, repeating.

1) Carlton cannot be on the bottom.

2) Collingwood cannot be on the top.

3) And the Cup stays in Victoria with the exception of rule Number 1.

And for the last two years the Cup has ended up out of state.

Since having a new Pies friend Pies is the team mascot for Collingwood. I’ve occasionally sent the text to previously mentioned carer now friend. “Go Pies!” And have been rewarded with a row of these “🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕” Followed by an equally succinct row of these.”😭😭😭😭😭😭”

You can do your own research. It’s a serious game the only safety gear being a mouthguard.

One of my carers reports there’s a bar on Chapel Street that won’t serve a particular drink on account of a certain football team that frequent that location and those boys don’t mix well fuelled by Long Island Iced Tea.

What? You get everything here at hellonwheels.

I also revisited a childhood favourite which I haven’t revisited for about 10 years as it was not as good as I remember and that was a lunch of what my older sister fondly called “Little Boy’s!” being the classic footy franks or saveloys. Very inappropriate nickname but amusing. Good in little bread rolls with sauce, I guess it’s the same as hotdogs.