an email between us 3 sisters and mom. first one sent by my older sister.
Just to let you all know I went for my first mammogram today. Was actually painless (not sure if it was the myprodrol i took 10 minutes before). The Dr told me ladies are going from age 35 these days and not 50 like in the past. So sisters go book your mammogram appointment.
I actually went for a Bone Density examination (I think I may have arthritis – thanks Mom), but she confirmed i’m to young for the BD test and suggested I go to my GP who would refer me to the correct Dr.
Every November I go through some “Anxiety Related Disease”. November was when Molls was diagnosed. A few years ago I was convinced I had breast cancer, so I had a mammogram. All fine. Not pleasant to have ones bosoms squashed though. Especially 44 DD. Maramachungas!
I have a Glandular Fever relapse at the moment. Bloody sick. My glands look like I swallowed two tennis balls and I have such a high temp that Tiffa is changing the sheets twice a day with all the perspiring. Bloody sore. Anyway doctor given me meds. I asked him for meds that make me sleepy. I don’t look a gift horse in the mouth to block out John and the kids. In fact, I’ve just swallowed three pills and for a brief second, S and Mom flashed before my very eyes. They would have been proud!!!!
The weather is miserable today and I’m tired of being in bed. But I’ve learnt with experience, it’s the best place to be to recuperate quickly. I’m even missing bookclub this afternoon. 😦 : and I love bookclub. Even though we only remember about the books as we are leaving, they’re a nice bunch of girls and they make me laugh.
Well, off to fetch Aidan from school, even though I’m feverish and ill. (John’s at a bull sale)
P.S. you must know I’m sick if I’m watching Jackalsdans and re-runs of Will and Grace!!
Today is Sunday. Wer’e having the laziest day ever. Church, tea after church and home to veg. And veg we have. I had a marathon sleep this morning for a few hours. I never realised how exhausted my body is after these last 2 and a half months of running around.
Lazyness knows no bounds and I even popped in a Nina lasagna at about 11am on a slow heat which was ready to eat at 2pm. A late, lazy lunch. I then took the kids for a long walk on the farm. Aidan rode his bike and Molls and I followed behind. The two dogs running back and forth between us.
So now I’ve left them all watching the Wimbledon Men’s Final. John and I are rooting for Murray. Aidan for Federer and Molls doesn’t give a toss. When I was growing up, Wimbledon was mandatory in our house. We knew all the stats and figures. These days, for me, it’s a luxury to watch all the games. It takes up too much time.
So much to look forward to this week. A quick overnight trip to my sister. She’s taking me to some Art Exhibitions now in her city and a lovely spot for lunch and then another famous spot for some coffee and cake. What more can a girl ask for?
I’m also hosting Book club, which I love. I love Book club that is and the girls in Book club are awesome. We laugh a lot in Book club and it’s NEVER about the books. It’s a tea and then as we are leaving, we quickly snatch a few books on the way out. What a lovely group of girls. It’s been a year and a half now and I still feel excited to go to Book club.
And then we’re hosting a big Hunt on Saturday. A big money spinner. All the income from the Hunt comes to me and I have to do all the catering etc. When I say me, I collectively mean towards something for our house. We need a new double door fridge/ freezer thing-a-ma-jig. But I’ll see.
laters baby. (Do you know where this comes from?)
I’m very different to John’s sisters. They love horses. No, correction…..they are horse befok! I get on well-ish with them but jong, horsey girls are different. As my Aunty Irene always says, “horsey girls have itchy twats”
They just come across as strong and real ball breakers you know? Sometimes I catch John lovingly patting his manhood and checking to make sure it’s still there after a really caustic emasculating barb from one of them. That’s how a strong horsey woman can be. Their thighs are so muscular that I have, on the odd occasion, heard a grown horse groan in pain and get tears in its eyes from fear and the clenching thighs.
A horsey girl will love their child with 100 percent unadulterated abandonment. They will obsess and teach the child to be tough and scorn the very essence of a ‘towny”. The farm child gets taught that no matter how tough a ‘towny” may be, he/she will NEVER measure up to the strength, knowledge and wit of a farm child.
I thought I loved horses and I do, I just hate riding a horse. I hate roller skating and ice skating. And I especially loathe ski-ing. I love my feet planted firmly on the ground so I can duck whenever I want to do. The same applies to flying, it’s boring and all that waiting for connecting flights and luggage collection is a waste of time. Give me car travel and my all time favourite, train travel anytime.
Anyway, back to John’s sisters…and horsey girls. I once had a horsey girl punch me in the arm. She was laughing at my joke and punched me on the upper arm as a sign of affection and appreciation. I remember that day clearly. The pain was excruciating. My eyes welled up and I fell to my knees in shock. I still have the bruise and the swelling only went down a few weeks ago. She punched me in 1997…
On that note, I have to go and brush Stardust, the pony. The sisters are coming and I’d hate them to see how knotty her mane is.