Thursday, November 29, 2007
Clearly my hearing is not that good because i thought the young lady was referring to the young mans "buns". I thought she was a little young to use this term but that I would pick up on the conversation. There were strange looks as I started referring to the young mans "buns" later in the day. A few sentences later it was explained that the the young women had in fact been referring to how he wears his "buttons" to far down to show off his chest. This is as you will appreciate quite a different from reference to his "buns". I blushed. He blushed. And he could quite legitimately accuse me of sexual harassment.
One of my readers today advised me that my blog is marginally better than being bored at work. I may or may not mailmarshal this reader. Although I guess that wont be necessary
Today, I moved back into a space I was in a few months ago. But it was different today. Today that space fitted. Much like you can't fit a bambino in the same space as a rolls royce. Always important to know what car you are driving, where to find your park, and what car you want to drive and where you want to get to.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Clare O'Bren who has no google history is not like my dentist. She is middle 50ish, olde enough to be my dentist's mother, she is not Irish and she wasn't particularly funny. She wore a lot of brown. But actually had very "posh doctor shoes".
Her office as such was very 80ish. It included and Atlas and book on AIDS which possible came out the year that AIDS was first notified. The only unique thing about her consultation room were the feathers on the curtain. Very American Indian. But wait, its a room. Its just you and the dr - why do you need a curtain? Ah, this is all newish terroiotry to me. She was perfunctory and effiecnt in her tasks. She read my medical history. It is a quick read. She didnt make any comment. She didnt ask me where I work. In that moment and now it doesn't matter. She didnt know that I actuially know A lot about screening, a lot about Health. I am not defined by my work. I am who I am like th great Broadyway musical. However, she quickly ascertained I do not knwo a lot about my body.
It turns out my "breast cancer" is a boil. It can be fixed with magnessiusm and ointmemt. She did note that it was quite unusual but not a lump and not breast cancer. She didn't quite know how to record this 'event'. She did not give me andy other medical advice. Instead on the train home I read the following info on the back of the Bactroban 2% ointemnet leaflet:
Take care and build good liefstyle habits....
- Have regualr daily exercise such as a brisk 30 minute walk
- Walk whenever possible, and watch your wieght
- Eat a healthy balanced diet
- No smoking, moderate alcohol and a postive attititude
- Keep your midn active with games, puzzles, reading, friends
- As your body ages and needs extra care you will appreciate these healthy liefstyle habits
All things I knew, but it was good to be reminded.
on the way home in the railway subway the guitair man was playing his rendition of Silent Night. It was the frist time aI had heard him play this. It makes a chaneg from what he usually plays. No doubt now that he has a new tune I'll hear it numerous times befroe Christmas,. But today it was good to hear.
Today I realised it snot about being in the space I was or could be, its about being in the space I am now.
Oh, also on the way home I passed a lady wearing a pink ribbon. It is not soemthing I udnerestiamte - cancer. But I am not going to be scared by it. I am going to face it and life full on. I consider my boil a timely reminder about life and living. I know I am fortunate that my breast cancer was a boil - its funny but the bit about reasssessing is not funny.
I'm finding my space again on a number of levels. Slowly and surely. It doesn't mean I still don't do the dumb thing. It just means I'm human.
1. While standing at teh Westpac etfpos machine, the man in front of me left his receipt behind after he had completed his transaction. I had a hunch he did so on purpose. So I deliberateley did not look at it and put it down as if was not going to read it and pretended I had put it in the waste disposal part of the machine. Once he had clearly got out of sight I turned it over. His account was in excess credit of $17,000. Wanker, I thought. You jsut wanted me to know that you have that amount in your account.
2. Today I made an appointment to see a lady dr for a ladies issue. This is a big event for me. I have not had a signicant "medical issue" since I had scarlet fever when I was 5 years old. I am hoping my issue is not that significant now. I get freaked out at seeing a dr for personal reasons. This is ironcial given I worked for Health for so long. Anyway, today i learnt it pays to be registered with an inner city dr otherwise you cant get an appointment. My drs name is clare obrien. I found her in the telephone book after two unsucessful attempts at pratices. My ea (well the team ea) couldn't udnerstand why I wanted a telephone book. She advised me to use the internet to look up a telephone becasue it would be quicker. It is hard to fin telephone books at my workplace! - this does not allow for the fact that you don't know who you are ringing. When you are rining an unknown dr it is easier to go by the hard copy of a telephone book. I hope she is as irish, funny, and hot at her job as my dentist is. And I hope that its a not serious, but if it is serious then I will deal with it. Problem is I am just not medicalised enough that this all quite an event for me. last night I cried. I was very worried. But tonight I know I can do it and face it. Gosh, just think how many people go to see a GP every day.
3. Today I lady and her son travelled on the 6.18. They came puffing into my carriage about 6.17 with their luggage. they had been to the South Isladn for a trip and their train from Christchurch had been delayed and the ferry had been delayed. I was so pleased they were pleased. Usually, its just another train ride. They were very animated and were talking baout how pleased they were. They also talked a lot about what they would eat for dinner, which dairies would be open in Greytown and what they would do when they got home. One passenger then moved and went to another carriage. I think she was a train snob. IO think she thought the lady and her son were too remedial. Perhaps I am being as judgemnetal in calling her a train snob. The ladies son was I think a little remedial. How could I tell? he didn't really talk that much. What? can you call someone remdial because he smiles a lot and his protective of his luagge and his mother. or, just ebcasue he listens to walkman with one headphone. Music is music whether yu have a MP3 player or a telphone thant plays music like a mP3 player - which hello, I do:-) - although my remedial thing is I need to learn to download cheaper than gettiing that telecom monkey to do it for me.
The four boys sitting in front of me boys heading back to one of the private boys iN amsterotn noted they thought the adult son was remeidal it when he got off the train with his mother. They had just completed a NCEA exam (NCEA is now in my vocab). They didn't know was anarobic was. Whtehre it was not enough oxygen or too much oxygen. The lady who got off at Greytown with her son knew in detail Just before she got off the train she stopped by them and gave them a full definition. She explained she knew so much becasue her husband was a dr. She smiled and left. I wanted to say "good onya lady" and heck I didnt know that but then I dint do 5th form science. But thats a seperate story.
Anarobic - its all about oxyegen. Whether we have enough or not and how we use the space we are in.
Now I must iron my clothes, becasue tomorrow is going to be the peak of my career at my new workplace to date. I have a "workshop". Theoretcially its a workshop in partnership with others. But its the first time I meet all my key stakeholders. I need to wow them and woo them and treat them like our lvies depend on each other. I will put on my happy interview face and disposition. Everyone is my best best friend and we will all work happily together for great learning outocmes and to maximise all our potential Or, something, like that.
then at the end of the day I will see the dr.
Monday, November 26, 2007
I love the wheelie bin because you can fill it with whatever you want and there are no questions are asked - although generally I do only fill it with green waste. What I love most is.or standing on it to squeeze as much I can. However I have been advised by the wheelie bin man not to overfill my bin hence the development of the strategy to stand and squeeze and squash. This ritual occurs preferably on a Sunday, foll lowed by a last minute squeeze and condense on the Monday night and then I wheel the wheelie bin ready for its weekly pickup on Tuesday.
I love the wheelie bin so much , I own four wheelie bins. More on the history of my wheelie bins tomorrow, because I realise I have to keep my entries shorter than yesterday. I also have to change my clock on my calendar so it reflects the right day.
There is a good article in this weeks on "carbon sinners" in the ecological column. Are you a carbon sinner. If so, "guilt, as the church has known for centuries, is a rich vein".
Check it out
Saturday, November 24, 2007
He opened his garage. In it there were two late model cars parked and an old lady. She was either his mother or mother in law. I dont really think she was parked like the cars but happended to be looking for something jsut as he opend the door. The thought did cross my mind. I hope this is not elder abuse. The the old lady spoke. She advised me the letterbox was big enopugh to fit a possum in. I note here I actually think it would have to be small possum but if you live ina garage I guess it would seem big. I paid my cash and took the letterbox.
Ok, this site is Hebehobo. It is more fitting that Hebehob as Hebequeens subject writes these entries. There is possibly an apostrohe that goes after Hebequeens but I have not included. An academic resgitrar would remind you that good grammer is important. I am not saying it i snot important. Just that it is unlikely to be a feature of this site. Focus on the content. For the first few entries. The photos will come. People on Trademe have been known to comment that Hebehobo is a very nice lady and it is a pleasure doing busniness with her!
But this posting is really about the subtitle of this blog. It is the refrain, chrorus of Sing from Annie Lennox latest new album "Songs of Destruction". It's a great album. Possibly her best for a very long time. This particualrl song is dediecated to those who work in Africa towards HIV/ AIDS reduction. The whole album is dedicated to "humanitarian workers, peace activists and NGOs across the globe"/ It's actaully quite dark in places. But I like that. What I liek most about the pratcicular quote I have used it is reminds me of two things. The first is that we must use our voice. This is what this bliog will be about. Using my voice, and of coruse that of Hebequeen. Also Sister Henry, a nun who taught piano at Sacred Heart in Lower Hutt was the first person that taught me that phrase "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger". She was going to be my piano teacher after my Mum becasue my Mum and I had decided that well it would be good to get the benefit of someone else teaching me. Sister Henry died after I had only a few lessons. And my mother died not long after Sister Henry. They were both strong women in each their own ways. They both as piano teachers knew the improtance of singing, music, harmony and finding ones voice.