Tabogganing

Andrew and I went tabogganing yesterday. It was awesome. We took a picnic and found the most awesome spot for our sledging adventure. We made ourselves at home, put the beers on ice and had this awesome slide to ourselves all day. Andrew was a bit more of a wimp than me but he had plenty of falls too, once he even slid all the way under the fence nearly onto the road. I came away with a really bruised bum and sore arms but no real damage.

Carotid Burree

Strange things seem to sometimes happen on nights. You have weird conversations with people that during the day you would only say hi in passing. Im learning that doctors are people too and that actually my time is just as precious as theirs at work.
Anyways last night I sat down after doing my hourly bits and rested my neck on my hand. And there it was, couldnt believe it. Right about where my right subclavian was there was a thrill (which at the time I mixed up as a burree). A thrill is a palpable kinda gushing pulse, not felt normally, but I have in the past on renal patients with AV fistulas. Its a good thing I work where I do and have doctors ready and willing to quiz on such things. We think its just the way I had my neck positioned.

Good People

After yesterday's rant, my faith has been restored. When doing the shopping today at pac and save the girl who served me smiled, said thankyou and even held out the bags for me to take. It made me realise that actually there have been plenty of times that I've experienced good service. For example:
Tom Gorman, our mortgage man from ANZ is awesome.
Ingrid Taylor, our laywer (who is often still in her office at 9pm sorting out our problems)
the girl at the spa whose name always escapes me
the Jims gardener man who makes our garden beautiful
the nice urology team who looked after Andrews kidneys

Arghhhhhhhhhhhhh

Bad service- is there any excuse for it?? I am flabbergasted that one could work in a shop and have no idea how their products work. Even worse than that is working in a shop, not knowing how things work, and when questioned about this, making up some vauge response that answers nothing.
Last week I turned up for an appointment (which I was paying for) and found my consultant was mysteriously absent. I went home. When I got home I rang the manager to discuss this with him, he was not there. He never called about. Two days later I called again and he was away on holiday. I turn up again today and no consultant. How does this happen?? And why do I care so much. I think what bothers me so much is that if I was that useless in my job people would die. Does bad service happen because there are no consequences? Do people not have a sense of integrity anymore?
I know, noone really likes to hear someone moaning. Sorry. It helps me.

Jessy Wessy

Ive just said goodbye to my baby sister. Shes off on the plane to live in Melbourne now. We'll miss you lots Jess.