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The ute won't start so I rang a mobile mechanic today.
Bloody hell, I copped an emotional vent from the bloke, a family member has just died and he's struggling, not coping and not working for the next week.
FMD, I'm not a counselor. Mate, I'm sorry for your loss but TMI. All I needed was you can't help me now.
Bloody hell, I copped an emotional vent from the bloke, a family member has just died and he's struggling, not coping and not working for the next week.
FMD, I'm not a counselor. Mate, I'm sorry for your loss but TMI. All I needed was you can't help me now.
Every dead body on Mt Everest was once a highly motivated person, so maybe just calm the **** down.
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yeah but maybe, just maybe, he needed you, just to listen, sometimes you need a stranger, or some one not close to the situationstui magpie wrote:The ute won't start so I rang a mobile mechanic today.
Bloody hell, I copped an emotional vent from the bloke, a family member has just died and he's struggling, not coping and not working for the next week.
FMD, I'm not a counselor. Mate, I'm sorry for your loss but TMI. All I needed was you can't help me now.
whats up with the ute? symptoms??
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yeah, but I wasn't doing outreach. I feel for the guy, just TMI.
Ute no start. engine turns over, no fire. I'll have a stab at fuel pump but I stopped being able to diagnose problems when they stopped having carburetors and distributors.
I signed up for RACV this arvo, I'll call them Thursday. In the meantime I can drive the Redline or mum's Focus if I need to go out.
Ute no start. engine turns over, no fire. I'll have a stab at fuel pump but I stopped being able to diagnose problems when they stopped having carburetors and distributors.
I signed up for RACV this arvo, I'll call them Thursday. In the meantime I can drive the Redline or mum's Focus if I need to go out.
Every dead body on Mt Everest was once a highly motivated person, so maybe just calm the **** down.
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On Wednesday evening Mrs WPT was getting out of the car. Her left knee gave way (no cartilage) and she fell face first onto the curb. Ouch. I was at work. The youngests BF took her to ED at the Alfred where I met her. Fractured nose, black eyes, racoon like, puffy and swollen, graze and lacerations to her forehead (sutures down the midline of her forehead) CT scan was clear thank god. Now she looks like she’s done 10 rounds with Mike Tyson and could play a lead role in the SBS production of “look what you made me do”
What a mess poor thing. Shocking but it could have been worse.
What a mess poor thing. Shocking but it could have been worse.
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OMG thats awful, and sounds very painful, poor lady, I hope she recovers fast, and the person doing the stitches was man artist.watt price tully wrote:On Wednesday evening Mrs WPT was getting out of the car. Her left knee gave way (no cartilage) and she fell face first onto the curb. Ouch. I was at work. The youngests BF took her to ED at the Alfred where I met her. Fractured nose, black eyes, racoon like, puffy and swollen, graze and lacerations to her forehead (sutures down the midline of her forehead) CT scan was clear thank god. Now she looks like she’s done 10 rounds with Mike Tyson and could play a lead role in the SBS production of “look what you made me do”
What a mess poor thing. Shocking but it could have been worse.
You cant fix stupid, turns out you cant quarantine it either!
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Thanks Swoopswoop42 wrote:Awful situation for your wife.
Awful situation for you also because you just know that until that bruising disappears strangers will look upon you with suspicion.
P.S-If she looks like a racoon perhaps you could shave her down and sell it as fur?
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Cheers TP. I asked the ED registrar if he was top of his class in suturingthink positive wrote:OMG thats awful, and sounds very painful, poor lady, I hope she recovers fast, and the person doing the stitches was man artist.watt price tully wrote:On Wednesday evening Mrs WPT was getting out of the car. Her left knee gave way (no cartilage) and she fell face first onto the curb. Ouch. I was at work. The youngests BF took her to ED at the Alfred where I met her. Fractured nose, black eyes, racoon like, puffy and swollen, graze and lacerations to her forehead (sutures down the midline of her forehead) CT scan was clear thank god. Now she looks like she’s done 10 rounds with Mike Tyson and could play a lead role in the SBS production of “look what you made me do”
What a mess poor thing. Shocking but it could have been worse.
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watt price tully wrote:Cheers TP. I asked the ED registrar if he was top of his class in suturingthink positive wrote:OMG thats awful, and sounds very painful, poor lady, I hope she recovers fast, and the person doing the stitches was man artist.watt price tully wrote:On Wednesday evening Mrs WPT was getting out of the car. Her left knee gave way (no cartilage) and she fell face first onto the curb. Ouch. I was at work. The youngests BF took her to ED at the Alfred where I met her. Fractured nose, black eyes, racoon like, puffy and swollen, graze and lacerations to her forehead (sutures down the midline of her forehead) CT scan was clear thank god. Now she looks like she’s done 10 rounds with Mike Tyson and could play a lead role in the SBS production of “look what you made me do”
What a mess poor thing. Shocking but it could have been worse.
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I am so godamn tired of people whinging about lockdown! Yes it’s a pain In the arse. I’m sitting here scrolling Facebook etc cos for some reason I can’t get my dads tv to work. Ended up researching cartels cos it’s less depressing
Yesterday the nursing home rang and said dad was disoriented. I called last night they said he ate something. At 10.30 today the doc rang and said he’s fading fast. I said can I see him. Only if you give permission to stop all meds etc pain relief. I said he doesn’t want you to keep him alive if this is it. She said come now. Of course hes already non verbal, thanks to the Chinese import I basically had to wait til it was too late to say goodbye properly. My older sister and kids spoke to him on speaker. The staff are bringing me coffees and sangas, I’m not sure how long I can stay. I have a shot load of scotch and chocolate anyway! You don’t see this coming no matter how much you expect it. No one else can come in. Don’t really want them too. Along with relief I’m sad , cos no matter what he’s the only dad I ever had. I talked to him about the good times, him getting my horse a cup of lukewarm tea as my hose had just slurped out of my cup and it might be too hot for him! Shinning mine and my sisters matching boots til you could see your face in them, fishing trips - in one I was helping out the tinny in The water and it was deeper than expected, I got wetter and wetter, when we came back in he said Jo…. And I just jumped overboard! My Honda XR80 sounded a bit off so when he came to pick me up I said can you have a look please? He jumped on in thongs at shirt and shorts. This was a display model and it was cranked up like crazy, I smashed it big time the first time I ride it! Sat at the track all day with a totalled bike cos I didn’t want to admit it! So he takes off playing with the carby gives it a rev looks up and there was this massive banked corner, so he tries to rev out if it and flies over the top, I heard the brannnngggg of my bike and looked up, the bike went one way him the other! We sprinted over and he’s laying there blood everywhere, my bike copped a tiny scratch on the mudguard! When I crashed I saw it coming I lost it on the whhoopedoos and let go, copped a few bruises but broke the brake and clutch cables (brand spanking new bike) bent a shocker beyond repair and horror of horrid scratched the tank! So my then BF hips in dads car and calls an ambulance from the nearest house. Meanwhile I’m madly searching for the screwdriver! 4 hours later Mum brings him home, she says he’s in the car doesn’t want to move you better go see him. I go out there and his all bandaged up, broken collarbone, and 30 odd stitches around his eye. He’s black and blue, he opens the other eye, squints and says ‘I bet you lost my screwdriver!’
So I’m sitting here looking at this man who terrorised our family, bullied us all relentlessly, he looks so, I don’t know benign? I’m making him comfortable, he’s in and out now, I think of the words he’s said that have scarred my soul, but I’m just not angry now. I guess before I realised not every one had a dad like mine I loved him and idolised him and wanted to please him with everything I had. Just like all little girls I guess. I’ve hated him at times with every inch of my being. Now I’m sitting here waiting….til they kick me out or he’s gone. About an hour ago one tear slid down his cheek just like the damn movies! I’d like to think he’s grateful for being here, for all I have done the last couple of years, it has not been easy. I’m so conflicted. And here I am the last one standing! Is he sorry? For anything? I know I’ll be sad but I’m not sure why. I know there is no answer to why he was the way he was. Funny right now, today, I’m remembering 2 years ago when I went back to the town I remembered, the place I never wanted to leave, that 7 year old who left her friends and her home to travel across the world. That kid was happy. I would have loved an apology… at least I got a thankyou. And forgiveness? I forgive but I do it for me.
Cheers I’ll be glad when this day is over xx
Yesterday the nursing home rang and said dad was disoriented. I called last night they said he ate something. At 10.30 today the doc rang and said he’s fading fast. I said can I see him. Only if you give permission to stop all meds etc pain relief. I said he doesn’t want you to keep him alive if this is it. She said come now. Of course hes already non verbal, thanks to the Chinese import I basically had to wait til it was too late to say goodbye properly. My older sister and kids spoke to him on speaker. The staff are bringing me coffees and sangas, I’m not sure how long I can stay. I have a shot load of scotch and chocolate anyway! You don’t see this coming no matter how much you expect it. No one else can come in. Don’t really want them too. Along with relief I’m sad , cos no matter what he’s the only dad I ever had. I talked to him about the good times, him getting my horse a cup of lukewarm tea as my hose had just slurped out of my cup and it might be too hot for him! Shinning mine and my sisters matching boots til you could see your face in them, fishing trips - in one I was helping out the tinny in The water and it was deeper than expected, I got wetter and wetter, when we came back in he said Jo…. And I just jumped overboard! My Honda XR80 sounded a bit off so when he came to pick me up I said can you have a look please? He jumped on in thongs at shirt and shorts. This was a display model and it was cranked up like crazy, I smashed it big time the first time I ride it! Sat at the track all day with a totalled bike cos I didn’t want to admit it! So he takes off playing with the carby gives it a rev looks up and there was this massive banked corner, so he tries to rev out if it and flies over the top, I heard the brannnngggg of my bike and looked up, the bike went one way him the other! We sprinted over and he’s laying there blood everywhere, my bike copped a tiny scratch on the mudguard! When I crashed I saw it coming I lost it on the whhoopedoos and let go, copped a few bruises but broke the brake and clutch cables (brand spanking new bike) bent a shocker beyond repair and horror of horrid scratched the tank! So my then BF hips in dads car and calls an ambulance from the nearest house. Meanwhile I’m madly searching for the screwdriver! 4 hours later Mum brings him home, she says he’s in the car doesn’t want to move you better go see him. I go out there and his all bandaged up, broken collarbone, and 30 odd stitches around his eye. He’s black and blue, he opens the other eye, squints and says ‘I bet you lost my screwdriver!’
So I’m sitting here looking at this man who terrorised our family, bullied us all relentlessly, he looks so, I don’t know benign? I’m making him comfortable, he’s in and out now, I think of the words he’s said that have scarred my soul, but I’m just not angry now. I guess before I realised not every one had a dad like mine I loved him and idolised him and wanted to please him with everything I had. Just like all little girls I guess. I’ve hated him at times with every inch of my being. Now I’m sitting here waiting….til they kick me out or he’s gone. About an hour ago one tear slid down his cheek just like the damn movies! I’d like to think he’s grateful for being here, for all I have done the last couple of years, it has not been easy. I’m so conflicted. And here I am the last one standing! Is he sorry? For anything? I know I’ll be sad but I’m not sure why. I know there is no answer to why he was the way he was. Funny right now, today, I’m remembering 2 years ago when I went back to the town I remembered, the place I never wanted to leave, that 7 year old who left her friends and her home to travel across the world. That kid was happy. I would have loved an apology… at least I got a thankyou. And forgiveness? I forgive but I do it for me.
Cheers I’ll be glad when this day is over xx
You cant fix stupid, turns out you cant quarantine it either!