Hello,
Apart from cooking dinner tonight, I’ve been busy again with lots of adventures along the way.
Thursday last week was challenging. I was booked in for an inner city client visit which in itself is a bit tricky. Not only did I have to pack the gear and drive in, but I also had to negotiate parking. I have a big truck of a four-wheel drive and it needs at least 2.1metres clearance to get in. I know this because I have got it stuck. All the parking around my clients apartment building only had 2 metre clearance. GAH! In the end I went to the one car park I knew my car would fit in, a block and a half away from where I needed to be. It’s times like these I’m very glad I have a trolley for my table. Once I arrived at the apartment building, I discovered the next major challenge. Stairs. Up I lugged my table to the ancient elevator only to be greeted when I reached the right floor, more steps, this time only two. The massage client was a beautiful new mum and was very helpful in moving furniture around so we could fit my table into her space. Thankfully, the massage went well and the client told me the easier, quicker, less staired way to get out of the building.
Friday was Mum’s Night Out. My mother came down from the country to attend with me. The night was fun, full of dancing and I was massaging for most of it. I had my massage chair and was going almost non stop the whole night. I did managed to get a break and sample the wonderful cupcakes from cupcakes of Kensington and eat a chocolate shot glass. At the end of the night, we spent about 45 minutes waiting for the taxi we’d booked to show up. It didn’t, so we ended up waving one down. The cab driver looked a little suspiciously at my massage chair bag and asked if it was a dead body. For the first time ever, I didn’t need to give instructions to the driver how to get to my house. Apparently he lives in the next street over. Good to know.
Saturday morning, I packed up the car again with the massage chair, my mum and the usual stuff for a market. We headed out to Mulgrave to a market, only to discover I wasn’t feeling quite right (partially because of the very late night) so we ended up heading back home. This seemed like a good idea until we went to Bunnings to buy a plant for my in-laws anniversary. As we were leaving, my mum slipped on something on the floor and injured her wrist quite badly. After the very lovely first aider John had provided us with an icepack and a bandage, off to emergency at the local hospital where we stayed for nearly 4 hours. X Rays were taken, no bones were broken apparently and in the end I re-strapped mum’s wrist and we left without seeing the doctor. I’m still trying to figure out why people seem to think I’m a nurse. Happens every time I walk into hospitals.
Sunday my mum returned home and the adventures of Telstra again. Hubby needed a new mobile phone, which meant waiting on hold for the usual approvals from the call centre. He now has a shiny new phone which he is currently wrestling with.
Today, I cleaned and cooked dinner. No signs of digestive distress so far.
Until next time.
Em.
