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• Let’s Talk About Cats

  For most of my adult life, I’ve had Cats. The first kitten I ever owned was a black and white domestic short hair called Thomas .

  When my Husband A and I had been dating around 2 years, (so, around the year 1999) he moved into my Father’s house ( and immediately into the spare bedroom) with my Father and I. He had just gotten himself an new job and, no yet having a car or a licence, it was decided that he would move in with us and thus cut the travel time in half getting to and from work.

  Shortly thereafter, it was decided that we wanted a Cat. Naturally, my Father was against the idea but .. after much badgering ( erm, I mean asking nicely) we drove to a place giving away kittens for free and found Thomas.

  Now, as much as I want to say that Thomas lived a long and healthy life as my furbaby.. I’m afraid that would be a lie .. For you see, Thomas became my Father’s best friend and for next 17 odd years, they were inseparable and it really was a lovely thing to watch and , if I’m honest, I think my Dad still misses him to this day.

  In 2001, when A and I moved out and into a place of our own we weren’t planning on getting any pets. We’d just moved into a cheap rental and really didn’t want the responsibility of owning a pet.

  That is, until the day we walked past Pets Paradise* in Forest Hill Chase and saw this beautiful little black and white kitten with a pink nose, push his paws against the glass and meow at us. It melted my heart and about a week later A got that little kitten for me as a surprise after work.

  We named him Timozel -named after a character in the series of books we were reading at the time – The AXIS trilogy .

  (His full name being Timozel Alexander P… for Puss Cat.. but moving on. )

  We had him for 7 years. Over that 7 year period, Timozel became Timmy. Timmy became Timmy Puss and Timmy Puss became simply Puss-Wuss. Puss Wuss was largely an outdoor cat – but never went any further than our neighbours garden over the fence. In particular, her flower bed. From there he would while away the hours with his favourite pastime – watching her clean her house through the window.

  Our neighbour enjoyed his company immensely and they became friends until our neighbour moved away to live closer to her Daughter.

  A few years into the 7 years of Puss-Wuss – our little guy let us know he was lonely and really wanted a friend to play with ( Shut up! Cats can do that, you know) and so the hunt was on. We searched for weeks and weeks and weeks but to no avail.

  Then, one Thursday night after work, we wandered into Pets Paradise in Eastland and decided to have a look at what was on offer. I had decided to choose from the little domestic shorthair kittens on display at the front of the store. I had almost made up my mind when my Husband called to me and said, “Hey Darl, come and have a look at this funny looking thing!”

  So I did.

  And there, up the back of the store, slightly off to one side, in a glass case were two very odd looking kittens. A white one and a black one. They were small, had oval shaped faces and their fur was short and curly. I almost turned away but then the little black one looked at me – His big moon eyes staring into my soul.. and in that moment my life changed forever.

  “Do you want to hold him?” the store attendant asked as she opened the glass case

  “Yes Please!” I said and as she handed me this little black Selkirk Rex kitten covered in his own poop – I knew he was mine. He started to purr and fell dead asleep in my arms. “You are coming home with me!” I stated matter of factly.

  And he did.

  Initially, I named him Snuffy after Mr Snuffleupagus on Sesame St because he waddled when he walked due to a broken tail. ( They told us he was the runt of the litter and the others walked all over him) but Snuffy ( Snuffington Cornelius Xavier III) made way for Mr Snuffles- when exactly, I can’t remember- and that was that.

  It took a few months but it wasn’t long before Puss-Wuss and Mr Snuffles became best mates and did almost everything together. Played together, went outside together, slept together and more often than not, got into trouble together as well.

  Dinner time became the “Me Me ” and “I want” show ( You had to be there) and it wasn’t long before we had a wonderful little family unit.

  When Mr Snuffles was 5, Puss-Wuss became unwell with a blockage that made him unable to urinate. We took our little guy to the local 24 hour Vets and the only solution they gave us was to put our little man to sleep. They refused to do surgery unless we could pay $1300 there and then on the spot and even though we said we’d have the money – they just needed to give us till we got paid, they said no … and so.. We had to say goodbye.

  The 5 years that followed, Mr Snuffles was largely on his own. Oh, how we spoiled him. With treats and toys. With cuddles and snacks. With adoration, love and affection. All day. Every day. Did Mr Snuffles miss Puss-Wuss? Of course he did! In the days that followed his passing, Mr Snuffles would sit at the back door and wait for Puss-Wuss to come inside. But ultimately, once he realised Puss-Wuss wasn’t coming back he kinda just got on with things and, in a way, so did we.

  Facebook has been a thing in my life since 2007. From throwing farm animals at your friends – to never ending poking wars – Facebook has been at the forefront of just about everything there is . Facebook is how I found Miss Floof.

  In 2016 I was browsing Selkirk Rex rescue pages on Facebook and I came across an ad for a female Selkirk Rex Tabby – 1 year of age and looking for a forever home. I immediately put my hand up to take her. She looked absolutely beautiful and her description said that she was well natured, gentle and loved to play.

  The arrangements were made via FaceBook DM’s and about a week later, Miss Floof or “Casserole” as she was known at the time, was a welcome addition to our home.

  Casserole took to our place like a duck to water and immediately began to act like she owned the place. Mr Snuffles was none too impressed to say the least and BOY did he let us know it!

  The name “Miss Floof” wasn’t supposed to happen. We had decided to name her Isobelle ( Isobelle Prudence Guinevere to be precise) and despite weeks of trying, she just wasn’t responding to it. We tried “Miss” and “Little Miss” with limited degrees of success “Belle” fell on deaf ears entirely.

  One day Casserole was wanting smooches and jumped up on the back of the couch to greet us. Her fur was mental and sticking up everywhere like she’d just has a run in with a fork in a power socket “Floof Nugget!” I exclaimed, thinking nothing of it ” How are you?”

  Well, her tail went up and her ears did the same. She has ( finally) chosen her name and thus Miss Floof was and still is.

  In the 6 years that followed, the relationship between Mr Snuffles and Miss Floof wasn’t exactly what you’d call easy going.

  Many a times they’d play and chase each other around the house only to suddenly fight and get cross with each other. Mr Snuffles earned the name “Captain Clean Air” because whenever she got too close to him – he’d make like she was polluting his personal space.

  Ultimately though, they figured it out and had the kind of relationship where they tolerated each other.. well, Mr Snuffles tolerated her anyway. Which was better than not at all.

  Mr Snuffles passed away in November 2022 a few weeks shy of his 16th Birthday.

  When he passed away, it left A and I bereft with grief. Our whole world shattered and fell apart because our little baby boy was gone. We loved him more than words. More than anything in the whole world.. and to move on without him seemed impossible.

  The morning after Mr Snuffles passed I sat in my office and cried. I cried until I screamed. Then I screamed myself hoarse until I couldn’t anymore … and then I cried again until I had no tears left. **

  To the credit of Miss Floof, she was right there for us being cute and fluffy and trying to make A and I laugh through our grief and sorrow. It was during this time the decision was made – No More Cats.

  It hurt to much. Once it was time for Miss Floof to join her brother over the rainbow bridge – that was it. No more Cats. No more pets of any sort. It was to painful. Besides, pet food cost a fortune. We can hardly afford to feed one cat – let alone two! We’re a one Cat household! Miss Floof will be better off with just us!

  Somehow, we managed to justify all that and more to ourselves and over the next 12 months we focused on making a family with just the three of us. It was odd and awkward at first as A and I missed Mr Snuffles terribly ( And I believe Miss Floof did as well in her own way) so, there was a very long adjustment period while we all got used to this new dynamic.

  No More Cats Indeed!

  Which brings me to the now and the reason I wanted to write this blog.

  There comes a point where you have to not only admit – but accept – that you are better off with two cats in your life than just one. Not because you don’t love the one cat any less … It’s just… Two cats seem to complete you. Two cats make you feel safe. Two cats are just that ..Two cats.

  You can’t describe why you feel better with two cats in your life … You just do. It works and somehow, you know, that everything will be OK.

  We recently adopted an 8 year old long haired domestic Cat named Jet. We found him via Urban Feline Australia ( Shout out to Daniel from UFA for all your help) and immediately took to him. We were told he’d had a rough life – going from pillar to post, from adoption to adoption ( the last one dumping him at a Vets door all matted and messed up after deciding they didn’t want him.) and so, we discussed it and decided to take him in.

  His full name is Jetson Oliver Periwinkle. He seems to answer to either Mr Jet, Jetson, Mr J, Little Man or Buddy but has yet to let us know he’s preferred name of choice. He’s such a chill little guy and in the four days since we’ve bought him home he’s settled in quite well.

  Miss Floof is put out, obviously but… She’s slowly starting to come around and realise he’s no threat.

  It’s early days but I must say things are progressing nicely. We are convinced our two kittens will soon become friends … or at the very least tolerate each other without the hissing.

  At this point we’ll take either

  Keep you updated as things progress

  Ceej

  *Pets Paradise was a pet store chain back in the late 90’s early 00’s . They were all closed down after struggling financially and went into receivership

  ** Even though it broke me to pieces, A was with Mr Snuffles when he was put to sleep.

  2024.02.11

• How Can You Write – When You Don’t Read?

  Is a question I get asked alot.

  “You can’t be a writer – because you don’t read!” claim the avid book readers in my life. To them, because I’ve not a book in my hand at all times, I am considered a heathen. I am wrong. In order to fully understand my love of the written word, first I must devour every book ever written – regardless whether I like the genre or not. Because then and only then.. will I be able to write well enough to be taken seriously.

  When I was a child, I loved writing poetry. I would spend hours and hours and hours writing poems about all manner of subjects. The fact I was 11, my favourite babysitter, the way my room looked. It didn’t matter. As long as I could write about it – it was worth it. Nobody taught me how to write poetry ..I just figured it out. Poetry is like song lyrics without music. As long as it rhymed and had a beat to it – I was proud of it.

  I kept all of my poems in a purple plastic A4 folder. It had stars on it. Whenever we had guests, my Mother would ask me to bring it out and she would show everyone my silly little poems. (At the time I was embarrassed but, looking back on it – I can only assume she was proud of me as well)

  Pretty soon poetry made way for story telling. My favourite time in school was when the class was asked to write a story (on anything they wanted) While most kids managed about 2 pages each – I would walk into class with 20+ pages, still incomplete, hoping that we’d be given time to work on it some more because I still had more chapters to go.

  In fact, I wrote so much that my teachers said ” Can you shorten it a bit? I just won’t have time to read all that!”

  When I started High School, English was my favourite subject and I always got fairly good grades. (Even managing an A one year – which to this day remains one of two A’s I have ever managed to receive throughout the entirety of my 12 years Public School education. The first being in 4th grade for a project on France and the second being of course, the A for completing year 10 English with flying colours – God bless you, Mr Walter .. wherever you are. I hope you and your glorious teaching hat are well!*)

  That is, until my senior year, Year 12. 

  In my final year of highschool, any confidence I had with my ability to write was shot to pieces by my year 12 English Teacher. Mrs *B* { name redacted} was an old overweight woman with fat ankles who made wheezing noises when she walked. She also drank tea. A hell of a lot of tea. Whenever we had a doubles class – she would slurp away while we worked on whatever it was she’d prepared for us that lesson. The truth of it was though, no one liked her. So much so, that many of us, including myself, would get up and walk out of her classes and wander across to the school canteen to grab a bite to eat. She would complain that we were never attentive in class – we would complain that she never taught us anything so what was the point. By the second half of the school year however, all of our shenanigans came to a halt when the school principal told us to pull our heads in and knock it off – after it got back to him that Mrs B had been heard shrieking “If you don’t want to learn – You can get out and play in the trees!” Before locking half the class out of the room for the rest of the lesson which, as you can imagine, raised an eyebrow or two indeed.

  From that point on, regardless of what I wrote – it wasn’t good enough. Mrs B found every excuse under the sun to belittle and humiliate me. ”What is this?” she’d say ” It’s rubbish!” or “Why can’t you write like *Insert authors name here* or, my favorite “* Person in class* can write better than you”

  I can only imagine I wasn’t the only person she heaped shit on- but her criticism of the only thing I knew I was good at .. Cut me to the quick and I vowed to never write anything ever again.

  In the *counts* almost 30 years ( Ye gads I’m old!) since I finished High School, I’ve dabbled here and there . Written other blogs on and off. The odd bit of fan fiction. Pieces for online publications and the like but never been able to fully commit to writing full time.

  What would I write about? I haven’t a clue!

  Would anyone read it? Probably not. ( But does it matter?)

  Will I have to read a million books .. before anyone would bother with anything I put to paper?

  The answer?

  No. Because I don’t NEED to read anything to be able to write. Do those who read books need to be able to write an essay on the subject matter before they can read a word? No. No they do not. Why? Because it’s not required.

  The answer to “How can I write – when I don’t read” is simple. I have a creative imagination. The only mistake I’ve made is allowing people to stomp on my creative ability and believing them when they’ve said ” In order to do this .. .You have to do that” and ” You can’t do this because it’s stupid!” Because I can! The thing with creativity is .. .There is no order by which you do things … because you just do it. It happens naturally. And that’s it. Creativity comes from within. It’s not taught in school ( although, if you find the right teacher- it can be polished till it shines – Thank you, again, Mr Walter!) and there’s no instruction booklet or how to guide.

  Whether you write, paint, draw, play music, knit, sew, make things or sing.. It all comes from the heart first.

  The sooner people figure that out - the better.

  I love writing.

  That is all

  Ceej

  *My year 10 English teacher had a white, wide brimmed hat. He would wear it whenever we ‘misbehaved’ or got to rowdy. He would silently put it on and wait. We would all just look at him and then he would lecture us on acting like two- year-olds. Truth be told he looked silly in that hat. But honestly, he was the coolest teacher ever and to this day remains one of my favorites. Thank you for believing in me Sir. It meant a lot.

  ** While the cover photo for this blog has nothing to do with the subject matter -They’re books I’ve actually read. 😛

  2024.02.04

• That Time I Found A Thing In My Drafts Folder – So, I Used It For This Weeks Blog …

  *Blinks*

  Oh, it’s that time again.. OK.. Cool.. Where am I? Are we still in January?

  We are?

  Oh Good.

  It’s currently just after 11am on Saturday morning and I’m absolutely exhausted.

  The last couple of weeks have been a major turning point in my life in regards to socialising and frankly, while I am happy that I have done all these things – I need a break. I need a rest. I need a Bex and a good lie down.

  First, there was my friends 50th Birthday party. M and I have been friends since we met in … 1997 while we were doing a short course in something .. Office Administration I think, and we kind of just hit it off from the moment we met. We’ve known each other for close to 30 years .. ( Bloody hell, that’s a long time!) M was my Matron of Honor at my Wedding – 3 weeks after giving birth to her first Child “Pixie Nose” ( IYKYK) and so, when she pinged me on FB with an invite to her Birthday – of course I said I’d go .

  We went to a Cafe/ Bar/ Restaurant/ Function Room place called CRAVE in Boronia. A and I decided to take Eleanor Whillie and see how she’d handle moving about a room full of people. ( Mind you, I’d spent the day in Eleanor already at Hairhouse Warehouse in Knox getting my hair done for the occasion. Shout out to the team for being super helpful and lovely while I was in there!)

  And you know what? Everything went OK. M’s Birthday bash was a success and a great time was had by all.

  Yesterday afternoon, was my Niece’s Engagement- which turned out to be a surprise Wedding ( A/N: My Aunty B and I called it months ago when we first received the invite in the mail. It’s not hard to put two and two together when the invite reads “Formal Attire” you know?)

  And well may I say, the Bride and Groom looked lovely and happy and the afternoon/ evening was a success. Again, A and I took Eleanor Whillie to see how she’d handle the terrain ( It was at Settlers Run Golf and Country Club in Botanic Ridge) and I have to say she took to the grass and things fairly well over all.

  When all was said and done, A and I were home by around 10:30 pm. Once all the things were done and we’d scoffed a pot noodle – It was around 1am when we finally face planted into bed and fell dead to the world asleep.

  I don’t think we’ve got much of anything else planned for the rest of the weekend -which is good.

  Next weekend is a long weekend … As its Australia Day long weekend . Haven’t got much planned either – but we’ll see what happens

  Thanks for reading

  Ceej

  2024.01.20

• When a Sunday becomes a Thursday

  Look, to tell you truth, I’ve not had much in the way of spoons this week and so trying to do anything has been a monumental amount of effort and frankly, the word NO features heavily in my vocabulary ..

  That said, I am here with this week’s promised blog – Albeit a short one.

  Here it is in dot points:

  • I have new clothes! Hooray!
  • I am getting more confident using Eleanor Whillie – Yay!
  • I have sent all the emails, text messages and made all the phonecalls
  • Am watching the 2nd Season of ‘The Wheel of Time’ .. It’s OK. Not what I expected but it’s OK – watchable at least.
  • I am currently a size 20. This is the biggest I have ever been . I need to work on that and get to at least a 16 by years end.
  • Hubby goes back to work on Monday ( Where did those 3 weeks go?)
  • I seem to have injured myself again – but what else is new?

  And there we have it . One Dotty Dot points blog

  Ceej

  2024.01.11

• The One Where The Day Chair Finally Arrived (And Other Chaos This Week)

  Like last week, the featured image I’m using for this week’s blog has nothing to do with anything – other than its something nice to look at. In fact, If memory serves me right – I took it from the 22nd floor from 180 Lonsdale St not long after my place of work moved in. It’d been raining all morning and when it stopped- a rainbow appeared thus the photo that’s currently the image for this blog.

  Enjoy.

  Where to begin?

  My mental health fell into the toilet this week and has pretty much remained like an unflushed turd in the bottom of the bowl. With everything that’s been going on .. I simply wish to cease to exist for a bit, until everything goes away and/or I stop hurting.

  Since losing my Psychologist from the NDIS ( and if you wish to read about that – you can do so here: https://domainsaredumb.blog/2023/12/03/the-one-where-the-ndis-was-still-taking-the-piss-regarding-my-allied-health-providers/)

  I’ve not exactly been feeling like I could take on the world head on. It’s affecting my job ( I’m beginning to feel like I am a burden and am letting the team down) and I am constantly exhausted and tired. I’m finding it difficult to concentrate and want nothing more than to nap in the middle of the day. I take vitamins every day ( including extra Vit C and Vit D) and it makes little to no difference to my energy levels.

  Even writing this blog is a struggle. I mean I just sat here for 15 minutes watching tik tok videos for no apparent reason. (And please, don’t throw “You’re Neurodivergent” at me. I’ve not had an official diagnosis of anything of the sort and if I’m being perfectly honest, the fact that people just throw that word around like it’s nothing or as an excuse to justify really shitty behaviour – really gives me the shits)

  But yeah, I’m just not feeling much of anything at the moment and it’s really getting me down.

  That said, I have taken steps to help myself by reaching out to E.A.P ( Employee Assist Program) which is the free counselling service provided by work . 6 sessions at no charge – at anytime you see fit. It’s not the first time I’ve used them and I very much doubt it’ll be the last .. But anything is better than nothing.

  As well as my mental health being in the toilet – it’s entirely possible I have carpal tunnel syndrome in my right wrist. I’ve had a clicky weird thing going on in my right thumb and very recently pain began to radiate from my thumb down to my wrist so yeah.. That could be a thing.( From using the crutchers I suspect) I’ve also pulled/pinched a muscle in my back ( Right side – because of course) so that’s a thing as well. Thankfully, I am taking celecoxib.. A really strong anti inflammatory for all the things so hopefully it helps.

  On the NDIS front – My DAY CHAIR arrived! I mean, it arrived out of the blue, with no warning after 6 months .. Completely the wrong colour and a slightly different design to the one that I ordered – But, it arrived nonetheless. And given that it took 6 months of asking, emailing back and forth, invoices being lost, found, lost and then found again, payment being made and finally have it turn up on my doorstep in a truck just before lunch on Wednesday – I was hardly going to complain about it.

  The funny thing was, I was talking to my Support Coordinator about it that morning and we were discussing pulling the pin on my entire order as by that point, we’d both agreed that it was ridiculous and the company we were using had dicked us about long enough.

  Funny how things work out huh?

  As well as this, I’m still in discussions with my OT ( Occupational Therapist) regarding a lightweight wheelchair ramp and modifications to our bathroom. Will keep everyone posted about how that goes. As I’ve mentioned before, I live in a rental and anything that needs to be done requires permission from the Landlord .. Invisible man that he is.

  On the homefront, the alternator went to god on Wednesday afternoon and so we had to get it replaced. It was all pretty easy – thanks to the RACV – but yeah, happening just after we’d paid rent? Not ideal to be sure. Oh well, what’s done is done and there we are.

  Tonight we’ve invited my Dad and my Aunt over for a Roast Lamb. So that’ll be a nice way to end the week at least.

  Until next time

  Ceej

  2023.12.10

• The One Where I Was Tired ….

  I had plans of writing a blog today .. Instead I have no energy and my eyes are all puffy and itchy

  Anyway, I do apologize and we’ll try again next week

  Ceej

  2023.11.05

• The One Where Eleanor Whillie Showed Up! ( And other things!)

  For those playing at home, I have a Floof sitting on my desk …Well, I did have until I moved a whole bunch of stuff off my desk for her to sit next to me and she moved on … Pfft! Cats!

  But I digress.

  I apologize for not writing a blog last week but I had all the things happening all at once.

  For a start I had my 1 week off in October ( I had an appointment with a Rheumatologist mid week so it made sense to simply take the week off ) The good news is, I DON’T have Rheumatoid Arthritis .. The Bad news is .. We’re still no closer to figuring out the cause of all the things that are wrong with me .

  That aside, In some absolute epic news .. After 7 months of waiting, wondering and a new OT later – ELEANOR WHILLIE is finally here! I’ve had her a week and my god she’s awesome!

  The Picture I’ve posted doesn’t do her justice but It’s just so you can see what she looked like

  She’s got

  • A horn
  • Sensors ( for when you’re too close to something)
  • A convenient carry basket ( that can carry 6kgs of stuff)
  • The ability to become a manual wheelchair – for a brief period of time if required
  • The ability to be controlled via an app on your phone
  • The ability to lock down completely when I am away from the chair at any point
  • The battery can be removed from her to be charged ( requires only a standard powerpoint)
  • She’s occasionally passive aggressive and will tell you off if you try and do something its not made to do .
  • She has 4 speeds ( and three levels of sensitivity for the control stick) and at full speed can go 8kms /5mph
  • Distance before battery dies – 18kms /12 miles (Which, according to Google is from about my house to Menzies Creek)
  • She’s pretty much an all terrain dealo – can go anywhere within reason.

  

  So, as you can see – she’s a wealth of fun and activity!

  So far, I’ve taken her out to the following places:

  A Cafe

  A Reserve / Mini Museum

  The local shopping precinct

  And so far, things are going OK. There are still a few things to tweek and fix

  (such as the seating and back support) but other than that – she’s a dream to use!

  In other news – I seem to have injured myself. At time of writing, I have torn a groin muscle on my right side. About a week ago I lost my balance in the bedroom while trying to turn off the bedroom light. My right leg slid out sideways and the rest seems to follow in a game of 1-player -only – Twister that left me doing the splits. Suffice to say that two days that followed were some of the most painful I’ve ever experienced and my ever loving but long suffering Hubby had to stay home with me for two days just to see me to rights.

  I’m currently taking Prodeine every 6 hours for the pain and so far… It’s taking the edge off .. but that’s about it. The only saving grace is the Wheelie Walker my Physiotherapist gave me – I can sit on it and be pushed from the toilet to the bathroom or my office if need be. ( Ironic really when you think about it – Given it was given to me to assist with walking. I found the frame to large and the wheels to cumbersome for turning corners)

  Will keep you updated on my progress

  On that note, it’s almost 5pm and I should post this before I forget… again

  Thanks for reading

  Ceej

  2023.10.28

• The Midweek Catch Up Blog

  Good afternoon Ladies and Gentlefolk of internet land. As promised, this is your Midweek catch up blog.

  I don’t generally write blogs during the week as I am working however, my Husband and I are taking some time off from work to tie up some loose ends and do the things that we’ve had to put off doing for months – consequently, we’ve spent the last few days doing just that.

  So, where were we? Oh yes, I know. My last blog covered what was one of the longest weeks of my life. If you would like to know why ( because of course you do!) you can do so here:

  The Week That Felt Like a Year

  To start with, that blog pretty much ended up with me watching the livestream of my Grandfathers Funeral. He was 93 years of age when he passed and by all accounts had a wonderful life with his Wife of 63 years, Pat and her family. From the bits that I could piece together, my Poppy met Pat when they were living in the same area in Victoria when he was 31. ( This tells me he met and married my Grandmother, June when he was in his 20’s. I figured all was not well between them when my Mother was born and they divorced shortly thereafter)

  I saw my Mother and Sisters in attendance as well as various members of Pats family and friends – Most of whom I’d never met.

  Still, it was a lovely service and I shall forever remember my Pop as a kind man with an awesome sense of humour and a big smile!

  From there it was just the countdown to two weeks away from work. I continued following up on all things NDIS ( At time of writing this blog, I am STILL waiting for one more piece of evidence to be submitted for my NDIS plan – Review of a review. I had an in depth conversation with my Support Coordinator G about where we’re at with it.)

  On the plus side, I was finally able to order my new shoes from Dr Comfort! (Yay!) and the long awaited quote for the Day Chair came in – Ironically, it now needs to be put on hold as Hubby and I are currently exploring other options on how to get one elsewhere.

  As well as this, I have arranged to have a catch up with my new OT, Alana. She will be picking up where the lovely Triza left off – as she has since moved on to greener pastures in the pursuit of bigger and better things.

  Tomorrow I have my visit with my Remedial Masseuse and then it’s off to my Fathers for a morning cuppa.

  Friday I find out the results of the bloodests I had on Monday and speak to my GP regarding all the forms I need her to fill in 😀

  I am unsure whether I will be able to post another blog on Sunday – as it’s my 17 year Wedding anniversary and I believe Hubby and I have plans… So, there may be another midweek blog next week as well!

  Till then, thanks for reading,

  Ceej

  2023.09.13