Dear followers,
(AKA Mum and Dad. Actually, probably only Mum; I'm not sure Dad knows what a blog is...)
So, my adventure starts early- all the fun stuff of pre-departure medicals, immunisations, visas...
Earlier this week I was lying on my bed, telling Luke that I didn't feel sorry for his paintballing injuries because they were self inflicted (assuming he can still have children given the latest injury, I would feel bad for that comment if he couldn't). Then I whinged about my sore arms/head/stomach and he pointed out that these were also self-inflicted due to my desire to go to Nepal- I was suffering the wrath of 6 immunisations in one day, which meant I was in the midst of producing antibodies against rabies, typhoid, hep b, polio, Japanese encephalitis, and meningococcal. It didn't help that my foot was strapped because the day before I had tripped over my own feet and twisted my ankle- then laid on the floor like an old lady with a broken hip, hoping Maggie would come home soon, and wishing I had one of those 'Panic Alarms' so that one of the nurses at the old persons' home on Monash Ave would come rescue me...
I do worry sometimes. If I can't walk from the kitchen to the hallway without almost breaking a bone, how do I expect to survive outside of Perth? And what about my cat allergies- do you think they also apply to tigers...?
So anyway, I think there should be (and there probably already is) a 'Panic Alarm' app on iPhones. Now I just need an iPhone. When I press the button, this is where to come find me:
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