It Never Seems To Be!

I've decided, as there appears to be less time in a day, that I will need to fit more days into my journal entries. This way I can cover more, with less work . It's been an anxiety filled week. Nervous, tense, anxious, calm, relaxed, tired, drained of energy..I'm sure you can all relate to these feelings or states of being.

Today was my last exhausting day of Uni, before Easter. Now I am on clinical days (starting Monday). My first placement is in the Delivery Suite (DS). I have four days at DS, then one week Easter break. I must admit, the prospect of being thrown into 'delivering' (such a passé word!) babies, after five, jam packed weeks of Uni, is a body quivering, mind boggling, nerve racking experience. So I have tried to avoid thinking about my clinicals in the last week. I have instead been concentrating on 2 major assignments, which I have due in the first week of June. I'm sure this doesn't sound bad to you, but when most of the Journal articles (primary source etc) are American or British articles and no library can access them for me, within the next 6 weeks, "URRRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHAAAAAA". (This is where I tell myself to calm down).

Funny thing that, my sweet Sister in the USA, called me, "I think you are a a lot more relaxed, than when I first spoke to you!". I love you sis, but honestly, the state I'm in now....well let's just say I understand why Prince Valium makes his nightly visits around town. Okay, well I don't take valium before bed, but I'm thinking of it! It was great talking to my sis, by the way. She has the miraculous way of making me smile. I can't wait till you get here! Hopefully, hubby would have painted your room by then.

My parent's auction went atrociously. Lots of people, but only a handful of genuine bidders. Apparentley, there is a Dr, who is buying up all the properties that come up for sale, in my parent's street. The Real Estate Agent said that when everyone knows that this Dr is interested in the house they all back off from bidding. Yep! I'm gullable....NOT. So here is the story! My parent's house got passed in at $437,500.00. The agent came in afterwards and said that he needed to put a reserve price in the newspaper. He then came up with a figure and asked my mother and father if he could go ahead and put it in the paper. They said yes, even though the figure was low (the house is worth between $470,00.00 and $530,00.00). Another 'rookie' RE agent piped up "Dr L, has given me his business card and asked me to call him, regarding your house". It was at this stage that I left to go and have lunch with my in-laws.

After speaking with my father and mother in-law, I rang up my parents and suggested that they don't put the reserve price into the paper. They had told me that they had already contacted the agent to tell him this. I was more relaxed, but still disappointed of the outcome of the auction.

That night, my Dad was taking out the rubbish, when a neighbour came up and said "Congratulations". My Dad asked why, so the neighbour said "I heard Dr L, bought your house". So my Dad asked "And if I sold my house, may I ask how much I sold it for?" The neighbour replied. My father said to him "I haven't sold the house to him, but his wife had a baby (apparently straight after the auction she had the baby)". When Dad got back inside the telephone rang. It was the agent. "I have a buyer for the house.....come in tomorrow (Monday) and sign the papers".

My parents went to the agent's and found out it was Dr L who had put in the offer for the exact amount that the Agent had stated (and the neighbour had told my Dad) as the reserve price,only on Sunday after the auction. As my parents had bought another property (although I stressed to them that this was an unwise decision, prior to selling their own house) they were somewhat pressured into selling. So Dr L, has bought the house.

If you have followed this lengthy tale, you would now be smelling a rat. This is a normal feeling. Talk about collaboration! I would NOT be surprised if Dr L and the RE agent had this all planned. My parent's being the trusting souls that they are, said that I was being foolish and that people don't dupe people like that. Without making too many excuses for my parents, I will just say that they were under extreme pressure and were suffering extreme anxiety/worry and disappointment. I must say, that I have learned to be less trusting.

Monday night, I visited my parents to congratulate them. My sister was meeting my mother for dinner at a restaurant called "Your Place". This restaurant is owned by a very old acquaintance of my sister. I told my mother, I will take you there and stay for a while, then I will go home.

We get there, to this dingy cafe and sit down. The owner was very happy to see us. As I had just had $325.00 worth of dental work (more about that in a minute), I wasn't about to eat. A man came in and sat down at a table near us. He then (on seeing the owner) proceeded to get up and chase the owner around, yelling "Where is my money, where is my money, I want my money, I want my money!" over and over he screamed, at the top of his voice. My sister was translating (as he was talking in a different language) for my mother and I kept telling her to be quiet (she has no tact). My terrified mother said to my sister in yet another language,"let's go to another restaurant ". At this stage the owner had disappeared into the back of the shop and the man had followed him. Next we could hear him screaming again "What do you want from me, tell me, what do you want from me. I want my money!" My sister and my mother stood up, politely told the owner (who'd come back to the front of the shop) that they would come back another time. I followed them, but my thoughts, returned to the movie "Falling Down" with Michael Douglas. We got to our cars and I could see the owner go up to my sister's car and knock on the window...then he came to me.."I'm sorry what happened in there. He's been harassing me for weeks, I think I should call the police". I replied, "I think you should call the police 'A', but don't worry about me, I'll come back another time".

I then followed my sister to another restaurant. It was shut. So I left them and made my way home. I ended up going a very long long way home. There were roadworks going on, which prevented me from going onto the freeway, so I ended up going home via a strange route, but I didn't get lost.

Okay, so that's my boring week. Oh, yes, talk about boring... the dentist... I went to the dentist on Monday. Just maintenance work, scale and clean, X-rays etc... 4 injections later and I was shaking (the injection - so I believe - contains adrenaline, that's why I was shaking). My mouth all numb..I looked like an idiot as I was drooling and slurring my speech (not a pretty picture). So I asked the Dentist what he did with my teeth. He needed to make repairs to non- amalgams that had cracked.

The little instrumental ballet that dances on a miniature stage. That was my mouth at the dentist. He was the producer and his instruments, with their different pitch voices, danced on my teeth with a determined ferocity. The Drill....with its low pitched grinding, another high pitched drill, felt like it was scraping out my brain. At one stage I laughed. He'd just given me the vibrating drill..he looked at me "Is everything okay?" he asked. My mouth full of silver instruments, mirrors, cotton swabs etc..I answered him "OOlaooolsssaaafliiinnee", translation - "Everything's fine!". I was laughing because of the idiocy of my thought of me pulling my hair out at the sound of the drills. I could imagine flies buzzing out of my ears, mosquitos dancing on my flesh....all whilst my dentist directed his drills to dance and sing on my teeth (I always wondered what they put in those injections). Then I got the bill. I wondered who'd wounded the bull, that he'd had to charge like that! $325.00 wow! I wish I was a dentist. 30 minutes = $325.00 . Hell! I'm in the wrong profession. Well apparently they have the highest suicide rate out of all professionals - wonder why?

Well that concludes another crazy week. I will try and keep you up to date...until then...enjoy your Easter vacations.

Soosh

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