Right on cue, my first wife stepped up and chose probably the most difficult time of the year to go and need her liver sorted. I mean, straight up we’re already in a strange Year of The Vid, now our Queensland borders have opened up to our Mexican brothers and sister and the inevitable virus infiltration, like beer through my veins is at the coursing stage. That’s affected hospital staff who’ve crossed paths with some positive cases and the timing of a hospital admission coinciding with public holidays was done to perfection. Nah, it could’ve been worse though as was a leisurely daytime and hassle free admission.
It actually reemphasised how significant it is for us right now that we had good health insurance. Although the public health care system is good, it doesn’t come with some privileges that private health does and man does it make a difference. It’s expensive but it wasn’t until cunty cancer hit us that it’s paid dividends. So happy we didn’t cancel our health insurance as we seriously considered it a few months prior. Police Health has been fucking awesome for us.
Today for example, I drove my Mala Hrvatska Zena into Brisbane’s Mater Private for an overnighter (at least). She’s supposed to have a CT scan tonight and be prepped for that stent to be put into her liver tomorrow, hopefully.
She’s quite the Little Miss Popular, I’ve noticed as people coming to visit every day. Some actually checked with us first and kinda booked in so that’s all good. Not wanting to come across as a rude cunt but for those that just turn up out of the blue, please don’t. As much as y’all are welcome at ours, those visits really do fuck up Marjana. She puts on a smiley face, makes an effort and then some and is all cool because she loves ya company and shit. But after y’all leave she’s buggered and it’s a little bit shit. She ain’t by no means dead and still not planning on it but needs energy she doesn’t have just yet. Hoping that returns somewhat and then back to game on.
Of course we get why y’all want to come and hang for a bit because we would too and I apologise to those we’ve already asked to hold off for now.
One reason though is that not once has a 30 minute visit been less than an hour and and the hour visits become two hours and they tend to add up. Just something we need to consider moving forward.
Fatigue and pain are causing some issues that we need to sort. It ain’t like anyone’s actually overstayed their welcome though either… like today for example when a spritely couple of sheilas who shall remain nameless (Steinlager please), opened up about sharing the same gynaecologist. They then went deep into (pun not intended… well, yeah kinda was, sorry) some descriptive storytelling about their fanny’s. Fine fanny colouring, fucked up fanny ligaments, since renovated into a wonderful and younger version of fanny and apparently Scandinavian Sven makes an appearance but I don’t think he was the gynaecologist. I dunno man, but yeah, that’s good storytelling shit right there one just can’t rush that stuff, so like I said before, we get it.
Father Ashley came around home today too and some wonderful conversations were had. Vastly different topics to the sheilas before him funnily enough though. He gave Marjana another Sacrament of Anointing of the Sick and reinforced her spirituality strength. He really is a lovely fella and has such a wonderful spirit himself. He said similar things about the first wife so reckon we’re both pretty good at spotting a decent sheila aye.
My favourite person who calls knife and forks, forks and knives, had some blood taken yesterday and it shows her liver results are still all fucked up. They’ve actually worsened again. Not life and death stuff, but needing to be sorted soon as. That’s why she’s back in hospital again.
She’s more yellow than before and at this stage still most like the Yellow Wiggle but as always they’ll take heaps more blood samples and that bruising may just make her more the Purple Wiggle.
By the look of all your social media posts, pretty much everyone we know looks like they had a great Christmas Day. Fuck yeah. Good stuff and nice to see. Ours was good too. Mrs was like the All Blacks in the last couple tests in this year’s end of season Northern Hemisphere tour… fatigued but still turned up. But she was happy.
We’d love to know who dropped this print off today. Thank you heaps. A lovely gesture and remarkably it wasn’t blown away in the gusty wind. Coincidentally we even managed to coordinate a family photo shoot with the Mrs doing her best to look good when she felt absolutely rooted. She did well though, bless her. Cheers Mr and Mrs Scoob.
Not really too much to add to this blog but just wanted y’all to know my first wife is back in hospital and we expect her to be there for a few days. At this stage though, no hospital visitors please and if she will reply to messages but maybe just be patient.
Was about to sign off when I forgot to mention after driving her all the way into the hospital in the city, setting her up in her room and heading home, once I got home I had to turn around and go all the way back as she forgot something. Bloody wife trickery I’m thinking, so she get’s to spend more time with me. I didn’t mind at all myself.
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