I can’t believe we’re nearly in March. I can’t believe that I haven’t updated the blog for MONTHS. I can’t believe that Margaret’s been and gone already and I can’t believe that Paul and I have both had our operations! Where to start……
Christmas (the long, distant memory that it now is) was good. We cruised on Radiance of the Seas from Sydney up to Cairns and back down again. It was a lovely holiday, but, if I’m honest, I don’t think any of us enjoyed it as much as last year. A lot of the entertainment followed the same formula; 70s nights, reindeer racing, pool party, etc. Whilst it was still enjoyable, the element of excitement wasn’t there – like knowing what’s in your Christmas presents already when they’re wrapped under the tree, I guess. You’re still really pleased to have them; love what you’ve got, but there’s no ‘SURPRISE’ when you rip the paper off. That makes me sound really ungrateful, I guess?
We had two lovely families on our table for dinner; so that was nice. The excursions that we did were expensive and a bit crap! Daydream Island was a resort that we were off-loaded to for the day, but it was tired and because the weather was crap, there wasn’t much to do. The buffet lunch provided was crap and we would have been better off staying on the boat. Never mind; you love and learn (just wish it hadn’t taken us $ 300 to realise this ;). We also did a ‘sightseeing highlights’ tour of Brisbane that was also less than exciting. Twice the driver got lost and ended up trying to U-turn a massive coach in a residential street. Still that one was less than the coach transfer into Brissy and back, so it didn’t begrudge paying for that as much.
The kids got their Chrissy pressies when we returned home. Sam got a 42” 3D TV, Darcie got an IMac and Adam an iPad Mini; Santa did good.
New Year’s Eve was spent on Rocky Foreshore watching Pseudo Echo and then the fireworks over the ocean. It was quite nice. We had a ride on the bumper cars (at $10 per car) and the kids had a go on the Umbrellas (I used to LOVE going on those with my Dad).
Then on the 2nd January, I went in for my hysterectomy. Whoop. The hospital was OK. The nurses were nice and the pain wasn’t too bad. I went in on the Wednesday and was let home on Saturday. I had a morphine clicker for the first 24 hours, but that was more of a pain in the arse as I had to have hourly obs. I had a catheter, packing in for the first 24 hours (which was removed the next day), a drain (which SCARILY was actually STITCHED into the side of my WooWoo) and more injections and drugs than you could shake a stick at. The pressure to be back at work, coupled with the kids on school holidays, sat on the sofa (with Margaret) looking at me with HUGE ‘cat from Shrek eyes’ meant that I was back behind the wheel sooner than advised.
