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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcERX0yfSp7ImA9WhRRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092624843473930500</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:36:44.395-08:00</updated><category term="sicbne" /><category term="Foursquare" /><category term="iPhone" /><category term="twitter" /><category term="app" /><category term="Melbourne09" /><category term="#nocleanfeed" /><category term="science?" /><category term="Personal Reflections" /><category term="rant" /><category term="internet censorship" /><category term="threading" /><category term="School" /><title>Life according to TrishwaH</title><subtitle type="html">Remember that girl in school who was always being picked on? The redhead, the slightly chubby one, the freckled kid, the tomboy, the weird one, the one who snorted when they laughed, the outcast, the one who wore old band t-shirts when everyone else wore designer gear, the one who would take a lot of crap but if you pushed her too far may just turn around and punch you in the face, the one who vowed revenge one day when you least expected it?

I am that girl and I'm all grown up now.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://trishwahlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://trishwahlife.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>TrishwaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15861991293617397724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/LifeAccordingToTrishwah" /><feedburner:info uri="lifeaccordingtotrishwah" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4HQn49eSp7ImA9WxBbFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092624843473930500.post-6537449346130880900</id><published>2010-03-14T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T00:25:33.061-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-15T00:25:33.061-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal Reflections" /><title>My hospital stay</title><content type="html">I dedicate this post to the following people: (Alphabetically)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/AdrianJSClark"&gt;@AdrianJSClark&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/allesegretti"&gt;@allesegretti&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/almostvisible"&gt;@almostvisible&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/arwon68"&gt;@arwon68&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/BillHarper"&gt;@BillHarper&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/Brettskies"&gt;@Brettskies&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/BrisbaneGirl"&gt;@BrisbaneGirl&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/Caitliness"&gt;@caitliness&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/caldron_baidu"&gt;@caldron_baidu&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/calrion"&gt;@calrion&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/capturededitor"&gt;@capturededitor&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=585480953&amp;amp;ref=search&amp;amp;sid=698203779.1472144232..1"&gt;Carly B&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/catebolt"&gt;@catebolt&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/CatherineZahrah"&gt;@CatherineZahrah&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/djackmanson"&gt;@djackmanson&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/Drewmck"&gt;@Drewmck&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/EllenM7"&gt;@EllenM7&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/ferrous"&gt;@ferrous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/fnuckle"&gt;@fnuckle&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/freshisthebest"&gt;@freshisthebest&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/greyko"&gt;@greyko&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/IAMcactusflower"&gt;@IAMcactusflower&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/invisigirl23"&gt;@invisigirl23&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/iMatt93"&gt;@iMatt93&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/jo.blaik30?ref=search&amp;amp;sid=698203779.3943956383..1"&gt;Jo B&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/Just_RubyB"&gt;@Just_RubyB&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/JellyWrestler"&gt;@JellyWrestler&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/jsutme"&gt;@jsutme&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/Kidsinaustralia"&gt;@Kidsinaustralia&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=606593879&amp;amp;ref=search&amp;amp;sid=698203779.2673233659..1"&gt;Ksana K &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/LaurenLee_"&gt;@LaurenLee_&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/macsnorky"&gt;@macsnorky&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/MarkTechArc72"&gt;@MarkTechArc72&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=651200344&amp;amp;ref=search&amp;amp;sid=698203779.432617176..1"&gt;Melinda H&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/Miss33"&gt;@Miss33&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/MissCarolineJ"&gt;@MissCarolineJ&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/MDDTactics"&gt;@MDDTactics&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/Mrs_Starz"&gt;@Mrs_Starz&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/janine.morrell?ref=search&amp;amp;sid=698203779.81125754..1"&gt;Mum&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/naomiwilcox"&gt;@naomiwilcox&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=622246550&amp;amp;ref=search&amp;amp;sid=698203779.1230456689..1"&gt;Nellie T&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/Nicstar_85"&gt;@Nicstar_85&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/njptower"&gt;@njptower&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/onegirlinmelb"&gt;@onegirlinmelb&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/pressdarling"&gt;@pressdarling&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/rickads"&gt;@rickads&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/redlynns"&gt;@redlynns&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/axcentric?ref=search&amp;amp;sid=698203779.2210457460..1"&gt;Saiya C&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/sendai"&gt;@sendai&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/sharnee"&gt;@sharnee&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/she_suz"&gt;@she_suz&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/sonialastrega"&gt;@sonialastrega&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/SSBxoxo"&gt;@SSBxoxo&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/T_Diggity"&gt;@T_Diggity&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/Tattookat1"&gt;@Tattookat1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/Thefeeg"&gt;@Thefeeg&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/thelongsilence"&gt;@thelongsilence&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/TweetThisBabe"&gt;@TweetThisBabe&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/UStupidBitch"&gt;@UStupidBitch&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/ysabet"&gt;@ysabet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I would have loved to have written to everyone individually, I also would have really liked to have given my appreciation straight away but it wasn't really possible in hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
Firstly, I have to say a HUGE thank you to everyone who wished me a speedy recovery and offered advice and support. I also want to say a big thanks to those who kept me in high spirits. (No I'm not just talking about the morphine. The alien gestation would have to be my favourite. Although Dave telling Erin I was suffering Douche-syndrome does come a close second.) Laughter really is the best medicine and I'll admit it was a little scary for me. I guess I'm not always the big toughie I like to think I am. Previously I had only been in hospital to have the kiddo and even then I had a little person in the room with me. This was my first time in an ambulance. My first time being admitted in to hospital from emergency (That I can remember anyway.) My first dose of morphine (Didn't affect me like I thought it would. At least with the gas during childbirth I was damn funny.)&lt;br /&gt;
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I also want to send an extra shout-out to the friend who called me in the middle of the night. It really perked me up and even though I got told off by the nurse for being on the phone at almost 2 am (Hey, I was alone in the ward. I wasn't disturbing anyone.) It made me feel great and even the getting in trouble part really perked me up. It made me feel like a naughty school kid.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had also better mention the person who reported my alleged hospital escape on twitter. Thankfully the doctor released me because it may have been hard to escape with people on the lookout for me. &lt;br /&gt;
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I would also like to say a big Thank you to my Mum for not only calling the ambulance for me but also for looking after the little guy so Dave could come with me up to the hospital and with saying that I also MUST thank Dave. I can totally understand it must have been scary having your partner rushed off to hospital but goddamn it you didn't have to be an attention seeker and steal my glory :p&lt;br /&gt;
(He is not one for hospitals or pain and especially not medical procedures so once the doctors started poking and prodding me he went white and began sweating profusely so much so they put him in the emergency room next door and put him under observation. I'm sorry Hun I know you don't want me sharing this with the world but it shows you care and I'll be honest it did help me a little at the time. It took my mind off me because I was more concerned about you.)&lt;br /&gt;
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I know a lot of people like to whinge about the public health care system but I have to say from my personal experiences... It is pretty damn good. Although I was told I was not on the critical list so may have to wait up to half an hour for my ambulance. It arrived within 10 minutes of the original call. The ambulance officers were great and shared a few laughs. (Both the medic in the back with me and I were joking on the trip that the driver was deliberately hitting all the bumps because he enjoyed hearing my groans.)&lt;br /&gt;
The emergency staff were great (we laughed in between waves of pain.) and the doctors and nurses on the ward were wonderful. Hell even the janitor was great and had a little chat with me.&lt;br /&gt;
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*Medical Update for those interested*&lt;br /&gt;
Ok well I know not everybody would know the full story so I will try to keep it brief.&lt;br /&gt;
The little guy had been sick from Sunday, vomiting and headache with pains in his stomach. By Thursday he had perked right up and was basically ready to go back to school but I decided to keep him that extra day just to be safe. In the afternoon we went for a walk to the shops. We had probably only gotten a few hundred metres up the road when I started getting a chronic wave of stabbing pain through my stomach. I stood for a minute and the pain passed. Then again while in line at the checkout I was overcome with this stabbing pain. &lt;b&gt;***TMI ALERT***&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;I'd had a little bit of diarrhoea earlier in the day and I had just written it off as being the result of wolfing down a KFC burger the night before. (I hadn't had KFC for over a year so was trying to convince myself my tummy was just intolerant to it now.)&lt;/i&gt; The pain and toilet visits continued through the night and I ended up going to bed early even though it was Dave's Birthday. (Felt bad for being a crappy girlfriend but also felt too lousy to do anything about it.) I had a lousy night of sleep and had a bit of a fever. (Need the doona, don't need the doona, need it, don't, repeat through night)&lt;br /&gt;
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On Friday morning I woke up feeling lousy. I looked down and noticed the size of my tummy, it was huge! Being the toughie I am, I decided I would be fine and bundled the kid off to school and came back to get ready for work. I did have one issue with getting ready. I couldn't fit in my work pants but luckily I have a wardrobe of hand-me-downs and found a pair of pants that were a few sizes bigger than normal so I put them on and headed off to work. After an hour or so I realised I had probably made a big mistake in coming but Macho Trish told me I must continue. The pain and toilet trips continued and again on Friday night I was in bed early and up many times through the night. &lt;br /&gt;
At this point you're probably thinking I'm a big wuss but mind you I've had Bali Belly, I've been in labour, The current pain was much worse.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I woke Saturday I knew the worst had yet to come. I felt like crap and the pain was getting worse. I started packing my bag early and pre-warned Mum and Dave that I may take a turn for the worse. Yes in theory I possibly could have gone to a doctor at this point but it was a Saturday and my normal doc was only open for a few hours and is always booked out. I knew there was no way I would be able to make it to a doctors surgery as I couldn't sit up for more than a few minutes at a time without being overcome with pain. So I did the next best thing... I went back to bed. The pain wasn't as bad when I was flat in bed. &lt;br /&gt;
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I got up again around lunch and I was worse. &lt;b&gt;***ANOTHER TMI ALERT***&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;I had a bad case of burps. I couldn't stop and well here is the yucky part. I couldn't smell them but Dave told me they smelled like poo. This is not a good sign. a few hours later it had only gotten worse in all ways so I asked Mum to make the call. The poo smell is what really worried the 000 workers. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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When I first got into emergency they began the examination while Dave was giving the admin staff my details. They prodded at my tummy and yes it was painful and I winced and groaned (perhaps let slip a few swear words as well.) Dave came through and a second emergency doc ha been called over for a consult. again this was quite painful repeat more of same groaning and wincing. They were under the impression it may be my appendix and called for a surgical consult. This was when they noticed how pale Dave had become and the sweat pouring off him. After he was cleared he was wheeled back out to the waiting room. I had a drip hooked up and was being pumped full of saline and buscopan to stop the muscular spasms.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/trishwah-tptw/nxmrhjAtiIGvHlsoaIqGtkfgHmwGyItpmihJudmgoAxConBxBveFffdfphEf/_0x4c68270.jpeg.scaled1000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/trishwah-tptw/nxmrhjAtiIGvHlsoaIqGtkfgHmwGyItpmihJudmgoAxConBxBveFffdfphEf/_0x4c68270.jpeg.scaled1000.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm a drip! errr I mean I have a drip.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The surgical doctor made his way down and repeated the stomach prods and this time I was reduced to tears. I have a pretty high pain threshold so even I knew this wasn't good. The doc gave me a tissue and assured me he wouldn't prod me anymore but he would have to admit me to keep me under observation. They gave me a shot of morphine and while it did knock the edge off the pain. I was still hurting. Dave was brought back though and I gave him the news. I was wheeled up to the ward. This was when I noticed I was being wheeled in to the surgical ward. Very scary.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/trishwah-tptw/lEikidyvosdndcjIbbwvcoIJBptIroqFdFxfkogevcacmnIiFaJglDlpBHhc/_0x4c705d0.jpeg.scaled500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/trishwah-tptw/lEikidyvosdndcjIbbwvcoIJBptIroqFdFxfkogevcacmnIiFaJglDlpBHhc/_0x4c705d0.jpeg.scaled500.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;The ever so sexy compression stockings everyone in surgical ward must wear.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After an hour or so Dave had to leave (visiting hours had finished at 8 and it was well past that.)&lt;br /&gt;
Luckily for me I had my phone and charger and had been told by the nurse I was allowed to use it. (I think I would have gone nuts without)&lt;br /&gt;
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I had a second dose of morphine but it really didn't do anything for me. So I decided then and there if I could help it I wouldn't get any more. (Needles are my one weakness. I will admit they are the one thing that will make me crumble.) I was hooked up to the drip all through the night and into the morning. This time being pumped full of potassium. I had a bit of a fever through the night but was able to fight it off with the help of a few panadol and the imodium helped too.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/trishwah-tptw/HycniAIzvBCyokybDhDJdlfEjGxjgrgbthuCeCGhJrFmDfFkAaAeuHlmcoce/_0x4c71b40.jpeg.scaled1000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/trishwah-tptw/HycniAIzvBCyokybDhDJdlfEjGxjgrgbthuCeCGhJrFmDfFkAaAeuHlmcoce/_0x4c71b40.jpeg.scaled1000.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Morphine injection site&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;When the doc came around in the morning he gave me the once over and did the tummy prodding again and while it still hurt a lot it was a vast improvement from the night before. I was taken off the drip and put onto light meals and was told if I could handle the food I might be able to go home later. That made my day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/trishwah-tptw/sDAnrbEugACIjjrzBFxjkqIluBErtnurJDuFqAnzmmyavooydfzanmasAosq/_0x39273f0.jpeg.scaled500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/trishwah-tptw/sDAnrbEugACIjjrzBFxjkqIluBErtnurJDuFqAnzmmyavooydfzanmasAosq/_0x39273f0.jpeg.scaled500.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;No longer a drip!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had my lunch and did ok with it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/trishwah-tptw/mChpgcjIvitdaCCxrcDhpGmxrInCJAgcbCwoHkteampCFcdaIjxGrtvwggIi/_0x3b6c2d0.jpeg.scaled500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/trishwah-tptw/mChpgcjIvitdaCCxrcDhpGmxrInCJAgcbCwoHkteampCFcdaIjxGrtvwggIi/_0x3b6c2d0.jpeg.scaled500.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/trishwah-tptw/lxsAeHCDbbAGFGhgFxeBlAhHACruiApzutrljxFtfFjpzhjBvareygrIlHhE/_0x3a69990.jpeg.scaled500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/trishwah-tptw/lxsAeHCDbbAGFGhgFxeBlAhHACruiApzutrljxFtfFjpzhjBvareygrIlHhE/_0x3a69990.jpeg.scaled500.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Roast Chicken and veg followed by Jelly. Yummy, yummy jelly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Around 3pm the doc made his rounds and gave me another check-up. he was happy with my progress and gave me 3 options.&lt;br /&gt;
1) Stay in until the next day to wait for test results&lt;br /&gt;
2) Stay for Dinner and next round of check-ups see how I'm doing&lt;br /&gt;
3) Go now.&lt;br /&gt;
You can guess what I chose. I missed my family. I was sick of being sick and again I'm a big toughie, I can manage this on my own.&lt;br /&gt;
So I was giving my list of pills to take a strict instructions on what not to do over the next few days, what I can eat, What I need to be on watch for (If this happens come back.)&lt;br /&gt;
I was also told that they were releasing me on the diagnosis of severe gastroenteritis and may be down for up to 10 days. However if test results showed it was something more serious they would be in contact with me&lt;br /&gt;
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*Most recent update*&lt;br /&gt;
Well yes I am home. It is Monday and while my belly is still huge I am not currently having pain other than movement pain (when I get up from sitting, when I laugh or cough.) Oh yeah, did you read that properly? When I sit up!!! I can sit upright again and last night other than a quick run to the loo to pee I slept through the night and looking at my sleep cycle stats the majority of it was deep sleep. I guess I needed it. I actually felt like getting up and having a shower whereas yesterday when they brought me a towel in hospital standing in a shower was the last thing I wanted to do. &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;***Third TMI Alert***&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;I also haven't had to poop since last night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Mentally I feel human and excluding my belly being big I physically feel fine too. However I am not going to be silly. Dave took the little guy to school this morning and I still don't know if I will go to collect him this afternoon. On one hand I do want to be out and about but on the other I really don't want to overdo it and end up back in hospital. The good thing is with the arvo pick-up we're not on such a tight schedule. I can leave a lot earlier and we can casualy stroll back. I guess we can cross that bridge when we come to it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Again I really want to say a big thank you to everyone for being there for me. It was much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;
I love you guys (See you don't need to be drunk to say that.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;On a side note, an 80 year old lady was admitted to my ward on Sunday with severe pancreatitis. She was only in my ward for about half an hour before they transferred her to the intensive care unit. when the ICU doctor came down he told her and her family that although her fever was dropping it would be a close call and she may not make it due to her age and prior ailments. My thoughts go out to her and her family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092624843473930500-6537449346130880900?l=trishwahlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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One thing that is great about this game is it is so easy to use. My 7 year old son just loves it. There are no special tricks to it, you just have to be able to draw 4 simple figures with your fingers. O &lt;b&gt;^&lt;/b&gt; 7 and Z, if you're fast enough you can even get them in a few times. (Bonus points - Oh yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/taU5k_G0-E4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/taU5k_G0-E4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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There's not much more I can say about it except "Get the bloody thing now" &lt;a href="http://ow.ly/1awQr"&gt;Click to grab it off the app store&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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If you're interested in taking me on. &lt;a href="http://spreadsheets.google.com/ccc?key=0AqwnjTcxOedZdEM0X2RKdHEtM2Mxd3l5TENpdW5UYmc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;These are a few of my scores.&lt;/a&gt; Just try to beat me.&lt;br /&gt;
Scores as of Wednesday 24/02/2010&lt;br /&gt;
Blue - I currently hold the top score&lt;br /&gt;
Red - I've been beaten&lt;br /&gt;
Black - Songs I have but have yet to play&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
A few minutes ago I accidentally clicked on YouTube. Normally if I accidentally click on something I close it straight away. For some reason this time I did not. I figured while I'm here I may as well have a quick look/see and I might get a good giggle.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I clicked on 'featured' and the first video that popped up was the 2010 cover of 'We are the world' for Haiti.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'll be honest. I was skeptical to say the least, however curiosity got the better of me (as it always does.)&lt;br /&gt;
It is dangerous to cover something that was a worldwide phenomenon. To me that song will always be Michael Jackson. Before I had seen this clip I personally found the idea almost disrespectful. I know they were setting out with good intentions when they proposed the cover but really. MJ hasn't even been dead a year.&lt;br /&gt;
I guess I just felt it was too soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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The first few scenes seemed to confirm my skepticism. It just didn't jump out and grab me like the original had done.&lt;br /&gt;
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I didn't recognise many of the first few performers and those I did recognise generally aren't my cup of tea. But then 2 minutes and 20 seconds in it changed, there was a split screen shot of Janet and Michael Jackson and I was no longer able to contain my emotion. Tears flowed down my face. I ask that you please watch the clip before reading on.&lt;br /&gt;
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Wow. listening again is just as powerful. I am playing the song now for a third time as I write this.&lt;br /&gt;
Seriously I was quite unsure about the line-up for this cover. from the sneak-peeks that had been played on TV I knew Snoop, p!nk and Vince Vaughn were all involved. In my head I couldn't understand how it would harmoniously come together but somehow it works. Sure, there are elements I am still a little dubious about but then again if you think about it, this song does capture the styles of the music of today while still remaining reasonably true to its original form. &lt;br /&gt;
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I think everyone involved in this song should be very proud of themselves. I think Michael Jackson would be proud. I hope these efforts pay off and do get people supporting the Haiti relief efforts. Even if you personally are not in a position to give, Please spread the word to others so those with the means are aware of the process.&lt;br /&gt;
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For further information on how to donate or to purchase the song on iTunes please visit &lt;a href="http://world25.org/"&gt;World25.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If you would like to share your thoughts and feelings on this song please do so in the comments section below.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;T&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;rishwa&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092624843473930500-8063266415952799304?l=trishwahlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
My first memory of this was back in primary school. There was a girl who hung around in the same group I did. We weren't the best of friends but I would say we were friends still. Suddenly one day she just stopped talking to me. She starting hanging around elsewhere with different people and yet was still talking to others in my group. I found this quite curious so after a couple weeks I managed to pull her aside and ask just exactly what her problem was.&lt;br /&gt;
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Although I found her explanation quite funny even then, I was shocked. Her mother had told her not to have any contact with me as I was evil and would lead her to doing something silly like eating meat. We weren't to talk at school nor was she allowed to go to any parties which I would be attending. Seriously. We were in maybe grade 4 or 5 at the time. How does one respond to such crap? I took it as a joke. Not what she said, but her mother's comments. I had never spent any time near her mother so how could she make such a judgment?&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't think I really had any more problems again with parents until I hit high school. When I was about 15 I was really good friends with a guy who lived not far from me. We had a ritual where we would go to the local video store together a few nights a week. (It was a great chance for us both to escape home for a little while and sneak in the odd cigarette. He had also come out not too long before so we would go perving on the same guys.) The funny thing was he would come over to my place, we'd hang out at the park, or go on a hike to the video store. I only ever went to his place when nobody was home. After questioning him about it I found out his mother hated me. Again she was someone I had never spent any real time with but she was forming this judgment of me. It does wonders for the self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;
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About a year later I finally had what I could best describe as my first 'real' boyfriend. To protect his identity we'll call him Peter. We started out as really good friends and within the course of a few months we became much more than that. He wanted to keep the relationship quiet and I wasn't too sure why but as he suffered depression and was quite shy I just put it down to that. Before long it was summer holidays and we went out many, many times but it was basically only ever the two of us. Occasionally we'd go out with friends but he was always stand-offish. He came around to my place a couple times. I think I only went to his maybe twice and each time for an hour tops. School resumed and we were in our final year. I questioned him again as to why we had to be so secretive. How can you be so affectionate to me in private and yet we're just buddies when out in public?&lt;br /&gt;
We began fighting a lot. He called me many nasty names and I was crushed. We made up, then we broke up again this time the night before valentines day. He told me he just couldn't concentrate with his studies and I was a b*tch. We made up again and decided to be friends; This didn't last long until we we're more than friends again and resuming our activities. Then came one weekend. He was meant to be coming over to my place on one of the study days the following week. We went to a party as a group with a few friends. We all had a few drinks and next thing I knew... He was hooking up with someone else. I was devastated. They began dating straight after and were public about it.&lt;br /&gt;
God I was angry. I was hurt. Years later I finally got an explanation, I should have known all along (in a way I guess I did.) Family and certain friends did not 'approve' of me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Flash forward another year &amp; a bit and I got together with my current partner. Things moved very quickly. We started dating in mid-February and had moved in together by March. I spoke to his mother on the phone at first and things were fine. Then I met her and it was a decent enough first meeting. I was gracious and used my manners. We had lunch, she showed me his baby photos that was the end of that. Then things began turning nasty. She rang my Dad to tell him that we shouldn't be together. She rang us multiple times and I won't go into too many details but it was not pleasant at all.&lt;br /&gt;
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And then there was the big event that happened... In October of that year I found out I was pregnant. We were both stunned to say the least. We weren't 'trying' to fall pregnant but it happened. After the initial shock wore off we had a chance to talk about it. We were both quite excited about it but knew we might cop a bit of flack about it especially regarding our ages. (We were both 19.) &lt;br /&gt;
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I'm not going to go into depth about the next few months but I will say they were filled with abusive telephone calls and visits. I tried my best to be as polite as I could and swallowed my pride for many an attack when I really wanted to stand up for myself. She said such vile, hideous things about me. It was pure hatred. She even offered to pay for a termination so I didn't screw up my partner's life.&lt;br /&gt;
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We moved away and lost contact for a number of years. Recently we made amends and went for a visit. The first time my child (7) would really get to know his grandmother. I have always tried to be mature about it and never said anything in front of the child that would sway his opinions. It is up to him to make his own decisions about people. I bit my tongue during the visit whenever I felt her try to provoke an argument. I refused to get involved in it. After the visit was over I was relieved. I thought maybe we had finally moved on and could let bygones be bygones. However recently she has started again. I will be mature. I refuse to get sucked in to it. but I am still hurt.&lt;br /&gt;
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Events like these really make me question myself. What exactly is it about me that people can't stand? These are the biggest cases I've noted in my life of Trishcrimination and I find it interesting that 3/4 of them are mothers protecting their boys. Am I just not girlfriend material?&lt;br /&gt;
I think I am quite pleasant. I have always been taught to respect my elders and use manners. Whilst I am quite opinionated about certain things I don't show this upon my first meetings. (Especially with parents.)&lt;br /&gt;
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I may not be a supermodel but I think for the most part I am presentable. When meeting parents I have always dressed nicely. Not had tattoos or piercings on display. I have never been in trouble with the law. I like to think of myself as reasonably intelligent and I don't think I have ever come across as a bimbo. So I can't explain these random feelings of hatred towards me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Until year 12 when I deliberately stopped caring about school I got good grades. I was not from a broken home, nor from some minority group. (Not that I condone discrimination against them, but if I were it might explain some misguided feelings.) I have always been a caring person and I will do whatever I can to help other people. If anything sometimes I give too much of myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm quite happy with myself actually. Yeah, there are a few things I wouldn't mind changing but who doesn't have that. Overall I think I am pretty cool. I think I have done well so far as a mother. I have raised an awesome child I think any parent would be proud of. I guess my question is not so much what is wrong with me but more What is it about me that rubs some people the wrong way? How do they have the nerve to judge me without getting to know the real me? And most importantly what the hell is wrong with them? Is there something about me or have I just had run in's with some very not nice people?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092624843473930500-1690432873411444443?l=trishwahlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We've had meetings about it in our capital cities. We've blogged about it. The media has even lightly brushed on the subject and yet it could very well still go ahead. We need more action. If you are strongly against the internet filter, bring as much attention to this issue as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com.au/phone_conroy_mug-168122593616217252?gl=MikeFitzAU&amp;amp;rf=238947993379779453"&gt;&lt;img src="http://rlv.zcache.com/phone_conroy_mug-p1681225936162172522gq82_325.jpg" alt="Phone Conroy Mug mug" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com.au/phone_conroy_mug-168122593616217252?gl=MikeFitzAU&amp;amp;rf=238947993379779453"&gt;Phone Conroy Mug&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com.au/mikefitzau?rf=238947993379779453"&gt;MikeFitzAU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tell everyone you know. Wear a shirt. Make your own shirts. Make posters. Do something, anything that will get everyday people questioning this filter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com.au/keep_your_hands_off_my_internet_button-145496919553301321?gl=MissTs&amp;amp;rf=238947993379779453"&gt;&lt;img src="http://rlv.zcache.com/keep_your_hands_off_my_internet_button-p1454969195533013217on5_325.jpg" alt="Keep your hands off my internet button" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently only $2.50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com.au/keep_your_hands_off_my_internet_button-145496919553301321?gl=MissTs&amp;amp;rf=238947993379779453"&gt;Keep your hands off my internet&lt;/a&gt; button by &lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com.au/missts*"&gt;MissTs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here are a few products I have found highlighting the #nocleanfeed issue. Wear them with pride and talk to anyone who will listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com.au/pervert_conroy_basic_t_shirt-235282648490995254?gl=MikeFitzAU&amp;amp;lifestyle=classic&amp;amp;rf=238947993379779453"&gt;&lt;img src="http://rlv.zcache.com/pervert_conroy_basic_t_shirt-d2352826484909952542mki5_325.jpg" alt="Pervert Conroy? - Basic T-Shirt shirt" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com.au/pervert_conroy_basic_t_shirt-235282648490995254?gl=MikeFitzAU&amp;amp;lifestyle=classic&amp;amp;rf=238947993379779453"&gt;Pervert Conroy? - Basic T-Shirt&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com.au/mikefitzau?rf=238947993379779453"&gt;MikeFitzAU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government should &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; be filtering our content. It is for us to choose what we see. This filter will &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do anything to stop the "bad guys" but it does give the government the opening to filter more and more content which they deem inappropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com.au/censored_tshirt-235993735106273563?gl=MissTs&amp;amp;group=womens&amp;amp;lifestyle=fashion&amp;amp;rf=238947993379779453"&gt;&lt;img src="http://rlv.zcache.com/censored_tshirt-p235993735106273563fjqr1_325.jpg" alt="Censored shirt" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com.au/censored_tshirt-235993735106273563?gl=MissTs&amp;amp;group=womens&amp;amp;lifestyle=fashion&amp;amp;rf=238947993379779453"&gt;Censored&lt;/a&gt; Ladies tee by &lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com.au/missts*"&gt;MissTs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com.au/censored_tshirt-235591380260239865?gl=MissTs&amp;amp;group=mens&amp;amp;lifestyle=classic&amp;amp;rf=238947993379779453"&gt;&lt;img src="http://rlv.zcache.com/censored_tshirt-p235591380260239865azgw0_325.jpg" alt="Censored shirt" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com.au/censored_tshirt-235591380260239865?gl=MissTs&amp;amp;group=mens&amp;amp;lifestyle=classic&amp;amp;rf=238947993379779453"&gt;Censored&lt;/a&gt; Mens Tee by &lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com.au/missts*"&gt;MissTs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com.au/censored+tshirts?rf=238947993379779453"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://trishwahlife.blogspot.com/search/label/%23nocleanfeed"&gt;Read my other #nocleanfeed posts &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To find out more about the internet filter please visit &lt;a href="http://www.stopinternetcensorship.org/"&gt;http://www.stopinternetcensorship.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any ideas please add them to the &lt;a href="http://wiki.stopinternetcensorship.org/wiki/Main_Page"&gt;wiki&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092624843473930500-8754609636562589554?l=trishwahlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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As a general rule I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt; don't give a crap. I'm over it. I'm overwhelmed. I don't know what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;I wash my skin, I use an exfoliating glove. I shampoo and condition my hair on a semi-regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;I paint my nails sometimes, mainly because I like pretty colours.&lt;br /&gt;When I go out I'll throw on a little eyeshadow and some mascara. Occasionally I will even go as far as to smear on some lipgloss but that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say it's because I don't care about my appearance. I'm as self conscious as the next person but...&lt;br /&gt;1) I didn't have a big sister or anyone to teach me about these girly things.&lt;br /&gt;2) I live in Queensland. (For those who have never been here it's like a sauna 90% of the year.) Make-up melts off before you've made it out the door.&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm a mum. I'd rather spend the extra money on something for the family than wasting my money on myself.&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm a tomboy. Putting on make-up to climb a tree is just silly.&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly...&lt;br /&gt;5) I'm a typical red-head. I have dry, freckled, splotchy skin. I also suffer from the affliction known commonly as monobrow. Luckily for me my facial hair is very light. (almost blonde.) So it isn't really noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried plucking my eyebrows but after removing a few hairs my face is bright red and so tender; Each additional hair I remove brings tears to my eyes even though I have a pretty high pain threshold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried waxing and had some hideous encounters with the process. I've been to a number of different places to have it done and each time I have the same results.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, pain. Although it is quicker than plucking it still really hurts and I know others have said the pain goes away pretty fast but it doesn't for me. Hours later my skin is still stinging and when the beautician uses any of the oils or creams meant to soothe it does the opposite; It irritates. I've had it many times where I've had my eyebrows waxed in the morning and still been bright red and swollen the following day.&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I find that the hair grows back pretty quickly too. In one case I could feel little tiny spikes of hair again about 6 hours later. What a bloody waste of money. Especially when you consider some places charge over $20 for the treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 6 months ago I saw someone on twitter say they wanted to have their eyebrows threaded. This made me giggle as I got images in my mind of someone having them braided with beads hanging from them. (Don't ask. My mind works in mysterious ways.)&lt;br /&gt;I did a quick google search and found some &lt;a href="http://video.google.com.au/videosearch?hl=en&amp;amp;safe=off&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;hs=sGl&amp;amp;q=eyebrow%20threading&amp;amp;oq=&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;sa=N&amp;amp;tab=wv#"&gt;videos&lt;/a&gt;. All of a sudden my interest was piqued. I tried searching more locally but the searches weren't very fruitful. Those I found worked from home and there were none that close to me. (I don't drive anymore so location is a big factor.)&lt;br /&gt;After awhile I gave up searching. I put it down to one of those things I would try one day if I got the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In January opportunity came knocking. More than knocking... It was full sirens blaring, Get your Butt into gear &amp;amp; take the woman up on this offer.&lt;br /&gt;The opportunity came in the form of Coralie (aka &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/ferrous"&gt;@ferrous&lt;/a&gt;) a threading angel one could say. She was looking into starting her own threading business and needed a few people in Brisbane for a trial. She would come to them.&lt;br /&gt;Perfect! I fit the criteria; I live in Brisbane, I'm a people. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I retweeted her offer and was contacted by Erin (aka &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/rubyblue29"&gt;@RubyBlue29&lt;/a&gt;) who also wanted to take part.&lt;br /&gt;And so it was arranged. We would all meet at my house for the trial. First thing I have to say is that the service couldn't have been better. She arrived promptly and was more than approachable. First she gave us a quick run through of the procedure and then asked who would be the first volunteer. I bravely put my hand up for the first go. Instantly she put me at ease and began shaping my eyebrows (and removing the dreaded monobrow.) The whole thing took less than 5 minutes. I had a quick look in the mirror. I had the tiniest pink hue to my eyebrow area which had vanished before Coralie had finished with Erin.&lt;br /&gt;I kept rubbing my eyebrows. They were baby-bottom smooth. I think I finally stopped playing with them about a week later. I won't lie, I did feel it as the hairs were removed but it was nothing in comparison to waxing or plucking and the best part... 9 days later and I was only just getting a little bit of eyebrow regrowth. Soft regrowth at that.&lt;br /&gt;As I post this, it has now been over 20 days since I had the threading done. I have minimal regrowth and other than a few odd rascally hairs there is no monobrow to speak of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in addition to coming out for personal threading services Coralie has 2 other options.&lt;br /&gt;If you organise a few people in the office, She can come visit you at work and get everyone in one go. Hey Boys you can be threaded too. A little manscaping to fix the monobrows wouldn't go astray.&lt;br /&gt;Also, Why not organise a threading party? Invite some of your girlfriends around one night and have Coralie come out and thread for you all. There are incentives if you organise a group such as cheaper/free services for yourself. I really suggest you give this a go. Try something new.&lt;br /&gt;You can contact &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/ferrous"&gt;Coralie via twitter&lt;/a&gt; just throw her a quick shout out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not on twitter just leave a message here and I'll let her know you are interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Support our local small businesses. Give it a go. You may just find a new beauty solution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092624843473930500-6664240920432476224?l=trishwahlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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As you know it's back to school time so time for my annual whinge. I could do better with him blah, blah, blah. &lt;br /&gt;I don't blame the teachers as such. They are stretched way too far; One teacher to 20+ kids and they have to spend time with those who are struggling and help them as best they can but what about the children at the other end of the spectrum? &lt;br /&gt;The education department doesn't like kids to 'skip' grades early as they may miss out on some fundamental skills. This really annoys me. My child finishes things early and gets to kick back and relax. I can see him getting bored with school and I know this is a possibility because I did that exact sane thing. I lost interest and thought 'Why bother?'&lt;br /&gt;He's been back at school for 3 days and already I have a bee in my bonnet.&lt;br /&gt;What set me off this time I hear you ask. &lt;br /&gt;Well, for starters on the first day he came home with his homework book and I had a good read through the note at the front. It sounded so promising.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you sign my reading sheet in the back of my homework book when I have read for at least 10 minutes...&lt;br /&gt;Teacher would like it if I also read on the weekends...&lt;br /&gt;I need to try to do some homework every night to develop good homework habits."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing that annoyed me was there was NO homework for the first week. They've just come off their long summer holidays I don't understand why they need a further weeks break. So much for good habits. Guess it's teaching them for when they enter workforce the first week back is just a bludge. Hmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I had a look at the reading record sheet at the back of the book and I was less than impressed. It is already filled in with dates for the first term. Starting week 2. Each week there is a space for Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. So much for the reading on weekends. I guess it isn't important to write down the books for those three days; We'll just assume they've read. &lt;br /&gt;Also there is no column for recording time spent reading or amount of pages read. If we're doing the recording thing shouldn't there be a section where the teacher can see if the child is improving or putting in a great effort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as usual I'm being a rebel and doing my own thing. I've drawn up my own reading record book for him including the extra fields for pages read, time spent reading, author and even a column for notes from teacher. If they expect my comments I expect some in return. I have also left plenty of space for him to read on weekends or perhaps more than 1 reading session per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I even went ahead and got him to read on those first 3 nights; More to the point I'm going to gave him read on Saturday and Sunday too. If they only expect 10 minutes a day it's not like I'm asking much of him. &lt;br /&gt;What I do is set a timer when he starts and I just let him go as long as he likes. (Making sure it's over 10 minutes.) So far he has recorded 19,15 and 16 minutes. Whoops. Naughty Mummy not telling him he wasn't required to start reading until next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, if you were in this position would you. &lt;br /&gt;1) Do exactly what is required by school.&lt;br /&gt;2) Do what you know is best for your child. (Making a few modifications so it also fits the school requirements.)&lt;br /&gt;3) Stop worrying. It is after all the school's responsibility to educate children.     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092624843473930500-4645337710734944028?l=trishwahlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It uses real locations to which you check-in when you actually go there.&lt;br /&gt;There are a few different reasons you might want to use such an application. Fun, Social Events, Calendar/reference, Shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might pay if I go into a bit more detail here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Game/Just-For-Fun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Each time you check-in to a location you are given points.&lt;br /&gt;1 point for your first stop of the day.&lt;br /&gt;2 points for your second stop of the day and so on.&lt;br /&gt;There are also bonus points. You will be awarded a bonus 5 points the first time you check-in to any location and a further 5 points if you add a new location.&lt;br /&gt;With this there is a leaderboard for your local city this resets every Sunday night ready for the new week. So you don't win anything for being #1 in your city, It is a great excuse to go out and socialise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CqdEPUh6w5o/S1kWXklwt6I/AAAAAAAAAsI/rtrQEhOc2zI/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CqdEPUh6w5o/S1kWXklwt6I/AAAAAAAAAsI/rtrQEhOc2zI/s200/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429395419986704290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you check-in to a location you are able to see anyone else who is currently checked in as well as a map.&lt;br /&gt;Once you check-in to a location more than anyone else you become the mayor. There can be privileges for being mayor. See the next topic "shopping"&lt;br /&gt;There is also the ability to earn badges. There are many badges available for all different things: Your first check-in, being Mayor of 10 places at once, Going out on consecutive nights. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CqdEPUh6w5o/S1kWOyjmiHI/AAAAAAAAAsA/dh4Biu5rpPM/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CqdEPUh6w5o/S1kWOyjmiHI/AAAAAAAAAsA/dh4Biu5rpPM/s200/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429395269116921970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At each location you have the ability to add tips. If you see a special why not share it for others? If anyone checks in nearby they will get a message alerting to them to that deal.&lt;br /&gt;You can also keep track of all of your favorite shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CqdEPUh6w5o/S1kWc3jVRWI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/nbNEnFlizG8/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CqdEPUh6w5o/S1kWc3jVRWI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/nbNEnFlizG8/s200/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429395510976136546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There are also businesses who use foursquare to their advantage by offering certain deals to whomever is currently Mayor. One example of this is &lt;a href="http://foursquare.com/venue/307181"&gt;Greystone Bar &amp;amp; Cellar in Brisbane&lt;/a&gt; Their promo is &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whoever is Mayor on the first Friday of the Month gets a cocktail on the house!             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a full list of businesses who have &lt;a href="http://foursquare.com/businesses/"&gt;promo offers&lt;/a&gt;. However this is still pretty new so there aren't too many places listed locally yet.&lt;br /&gt;Got a shop you love? why not suggest they get on-board and run promos? It can only work to their advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CqdEPUh6w5o/S1kWGsBUgJI/AAAAAAAAAr4/gH7ArDNGgS8/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CqdEPUh6w5o/S1kWGsBUgJI/AAAAAAAAAr4/gH7ArDNGgS8/s200/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429395129923567762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look at a venue online you are able to see more information than you can from your mobile phone. Read what other people have to say about the place before you spend your money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Calendar/reference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get into the habit of checking in everywhere you go the online history can be really handy. For example imagine you borrowed some books from the library but lost the little slip they gave you with the due date. Just check out your history and you can see when you last went to the library.&lt;br /&gt;I've used this service a number of times for reference. I am a member of a just-for-fun fitness group. we track our distances each week and then submit them the goal being to see which team can make the &lt;a href="http://sites.google.com/site/racearoundaustralia/"&gt;virtual trek across Australia first.&lt;/a&gt; I'll be honest I am shocking at remembering to write my distances down. Once a week I log in to my foursquare history and can easily work out where I walked through the week and can work out my distances from there.&lt;br /&gt;Another use I found for this service came a couple of weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the fridge to grab some carrots I had bought a few days prior. They were soft and unuseable. As I shop around most of the time for bargains I'm not always sure where I have bought my individual produce. I checked my history, found I had bought them only 3 days before which is not good enough in my books. I now know not to buy my carrots from this place anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tips &amp;amp; hints&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget this is a social networking site so any information you post may be visible to others. If you are cautious of protecting your identity I suggest you use a username rather than your real name. I also suggest that if you plan on adding your own house or place of work it may pay to just add a general address instead of the exact whereabouts. There is also a function where you can stay "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;off the grid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" This is when you turn off the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tell friends&lt;/span&gt;" function.&lt;br /&gt;You can link your foursquare account to facebook and twitter if you want. That way if you are going to a big social event you can let the world know. but that is purely up to you. I do warn however if you broadcast your every whereabouts you leave yourself open for creepy stalkers or run the risk of aggravating your friends/followers. I suggest you use the auto-post function in moderation.&lt;br /&gt;One lesson I did learn... Do not grant access to &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt; and then revoke the access if you want to later allow again. There is a bug in the system which triggers and you are no longer able to get in and just grant access again. You have to ask the guys from foursquare to manually fix it for you. Learn from my mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find some other use I haven't mentioned. Drop me a comment. I'd love to hear it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092624843473930500-7052852090547154784?l=trishwahlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There are no indecent photos but some of the subject matter is not appropriate for everyone. Please keep this in mind before leaving nasty comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I went for a hike out through the wetlands and was bitten by some mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;Actually that is an understatement. I was mauled by swarms of mosquitoes. 68 bites at last count.&lt;br /&gt;The first night was not so bad but the following morning was agony. At first I thought I only had a couple but as the day went on more and more began to appear and by the time evening fell I felt I was going to go crazy. I looked through the cupboards and found I had no real treatments for them so decided my wisest move would be to jump online and start asking for home remedies.&lt;br /&gt;I had about 7 remedies thrown at me however 2 of them I was unable to try this time around as I didn't have them on hand... Deep Heat and ammonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those remedies I did go with for the experiment were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saliva&lt;/b&gt;     - Own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saliva &lt;/b&gt;    - From partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vinegar&lt;/b&gt;  - I used white for no other reason than that was what I had most of in stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cross&lt;/b&gt;      - Using a fingernail press down onto each bite forming a cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Urine&lt;/b&gt;      - I supplied this myself and waited until I was home alone to try this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Other"&lt;/b&gt;   - Another bodily fluid. I'm not going into much detail here. you can use your imagination. Lets just say... I couldn't supply my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(NB: These last 2 treatments are not things I would normally wipe over myself but after a bit of convincing I decided to try in the name of science. I mean, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;What if you are stranded somewhere and had nothing else? They could come in handy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also kept one area completely free from any of these remedies to use as my control. Something I could use as basis for comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before starting this experiment I had a quick shower using only an exfoliating glove. I did not want to taint my results with soap.&lt;br /&gt;Each remedy was only applied once using a clean cotton ball.&lt;br /&gt;I measured my results at 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 30 minutes, 1 hour, 2 hours, 4 hours, 6 hours and 12 hours just to be thorough.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I was awake nearly all night with a toothache so could keep testing for the whole period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To View detailed analysis of results please &lt;a href="http://spreadsheets.google.com/ccc?key=0AqwnjTcxOedZdEs2clJNNW1yOGtuZFlWM0huMHV3blE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conclusions:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saliva               &lt;/b&gt; - It took under a minute before I got the initial soothing feeling. However the relief was only short lived and mild. I found my own saliva was more soothing than that of my partner. I wonder if that is because my body knows what is best for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vinegar&lt;/b&gt;             - I had a few bites I had previously scratched and had broken the skin. The vinegar over these bites was sheer agony for a few minutes. It felt like intense burning. After 10 minutes the burning began to die down and the pain had dulled to less than before the experiment. The relief lasted about 3 hours before I would have to say I was starting to get annoyed again with the itch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cross&lt;/b&gt;                 - I was curious about this method. I could not see any medicinal reason for it to provide pain relief but thought maybe it might work as it provides a painful distraction to the itchiness. I made light crosses on some bites, a few deep crosses on others and a couple in-between. Within the first 5 minutes the bites were really hurting. By 10 minutes the bites had grown to what I can only describe as welts. By the half hour mark the major pain was starting to die down but was still quite intense. All through the night these bites were itchy and painful. The next morning the pain had mostly gone. however they were still quite sensitive to touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Urine&lt;/b&gt;                 - This was something I wasn't overly looking forward to so I decided to do a little reading first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Urine is expelled from the body after it has filtered through the kidneys. After it has left the body the urine begins to form ammonia. Urine also contains dissolved salts but is mostly made up of water. Urine is sterile. There are myths of it being used to help ease the pain of certain stings and bites and it is believed in ancient times it was used to clean wounds. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost instantly there was a cool relief on my bites, sadly it only lasted about half an hour before I started getting itchy again. The itchiness is not as intense as prior to the experiment but is still present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Other"&lt;/b&gt;              - This was originally only a joke suggestion. But then the conversation turned to "Medical breakthroughs have come from far worse ideas." It took a bit of convincing before I was ready to give this a go. I was quite surprised with the results.&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to write this off before starting but much to my surprise there was almost instant relief. While other areas were beginning to itch again this section remained itch-free. One thing that was quite obvious was that the surrounding skin became quite tight. (As it does when covered in glue that dries.) After the first 10 minutes I found that my skin was getting warm. I think the best comparison is to when you are wearing a greasy sunscreen and can feel yourself sweating beneath. I noticed within the first half hour that the surrounding redness had started to disappear. By three hours I could feel the bites again but wouldn't exactly describe them as itchy, I just knew they were present.&lt;br /&gt;The itch finally began to reappear around 5-6 hours after application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Update: I did not use anything on my bites for the following 24 hours so I would be able to get a good look if there had been any improvements. I believe these are the only bites which have decreased in size.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Control        &lt;/b&gt;      - They're itchy and then it dies down... Really itchy again, then it dies down. Very hard to leave them alone but at times these bites weren't as bad as some of the others. All in all I think I would prefer to do something rather than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Final Verdict:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I would have to say Urine, Saliva and the Cross method are hardly worth trying. Any relief was short-lived.&lt;br /&gt;Next, Doing nothing actually has some merit. Of course you're going to have waves of itch before you get relief but on the upside you are not covered in anything smelly or what would be considered gross.&lt;br /&gt;Finally...&lt;br /&gt;Whilst I did get the greatest relief from the application of "other" I'm not sure this is necessarily that practical. If you were stranded on an island by all means, you have your own natural relief. however back in the real world how do you think you're going to be able to do this? Would you bottle it or just apply directly? What if you get itchy right in the middle of a family visit?&lt;br /&gt;However it has made me think, perhaps there is something in the chemical composition of "other" which provides the relief and it may pay to go into further detail with research as to what it is. Considering the results of all of the methods, perhaps it has something to do with the acids?&lt;br /&gt;Although it came second, I would have to say the hands down winner for this experiment was... Vinegar.&lt;br /&gt;Excluding the initial sting on any bites that were broken, the relief lasted quite a few hours. The big drawback is for the first 30 minutes you really stink of vinegar and may get a craving for fish &amp;amp; chips.&lt;br /&gt;Over subsequent days I have been using the vinegar method when the itch gets unbearable and the good thing is I basically always have a supply in my pantry. You only need a drop on a cotton ball to cover all of your bites and if you buy a generic brand you can pick up a bottle for about $1/L so this is also quite economical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092624843473930500-7054965199977573935?l=trishwahlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It was shit, I'll pay that, But racism usually involves hate. It wasn't hateful as such and we are a nation of piss-takers.&lt;br /&gt;In their defence, it wasn't the first time it aired. That skit had been shown previously in the 80s except  back then even the Michael Jackson character was in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blackface"&gt;blackface&lt;/a&gt;. (newer one it was painted white.)&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it would have been such an issue had &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_Connick,_Jr."&gt;Harry Connick Jnr&lt;/a&gt; not  reacted, which then caused media to jump over it.&lt;br /&gt;We had a show out here a couple years ago called &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0350457/"&gt;Skithouse&lt;/a&gt; (2003) which had a running skit about "gingers" who ran, hid, cried &amp;amp; screeched like banshees if they were caught in the sun. Personally I don't see how that is different. it is still taking the piss out of a group of people who have been given shit &amp;amp; sometimes beaten for being different.&lt;br /&gt;Then we have &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0934320/"&gt;Summer Heights High&lt;/a&gt; (2007) which had Chris Lilley playing a number of characters including Jonah Takalua who is of Tongan descent. His face is darker, he has learning difficulties, he has atrocious language and he is a menace to society. This doesn't seem like a fair portrayal of Tongans.&lt;br /&gt;Then we can go back to way back when...&lt;br /&gt;In the late 1980's there was a TV show called &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1336724/combined"&gt;Fast Forward&lt;/a&gt;  in which Steve Vizard played an Indian rug salesman named Roger Ramshett. In this clip with Peter Moon as his assistant they completely take the piss out of people from India again, how is this any different? It didn't cause such an outrage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k5psRMoXm2g"&gt;View Clip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying whether I think it is right or wrong. what I am saying is there are plenty of examples of someone taking the piss out of a different denomination and getting away with it. these were the first few I could think of. We're also not the only country to do such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be PC you are only allowed to take the piss out of your own race or sexual orientation. I really wonder if this would have been such a big thing if the competing networks hadn't jumped on board to make it an issue.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a "hater" but I think we need to put things in context. They weren't taking the piss out of black people, they were taking the piss out of Michael Jackson like so many have before.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, if you're an Australian resident you know what sort of crap will be on &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0174397/"&gt;Hey Hey it's Saturday&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0791055/"&gt;Chaser's&lt;/a&gt; or any show like that. If you don't find inappropriate things funny... Don't watch the damn show!!! The more you talk about it, the more media the shows recieve.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;PS. I didn't find the skit funny, not because it was racist or anything, but because I think the entire show is a recycled piece of crap. there is a reason it was canned years ago. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT WAS OLD, RECYCLED &amp;amp; CRAP&lt;/span&gt;. let sleeping dogs lie for Pete's sake.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I am done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE - (Apparently I am not done.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow judging by responses I have already received via Twitter DMs and a couple emails I have drawn 2 conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;1) A lot of people have opinions for both sides of this subject but not so many are willing to voice it publicly and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I have been misunderstood in my beliefs. I do NOT condone discrimination of any kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The points that I was trying to raise were that this wasn't a one off. I may have come across anti-Australian as well by only giving Aussie examples, this crap happens all around the world and don't try to pretend that it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;The questions I have are...&lt;br /&gt;-Why is this any different from the other cases?&lt;br /&gt;-Why is this only an issue after an international celebrity raises it as an issue?&lt;br /&gt;-Why do people still find the need to "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hate&lt;/span&gt;"?&lt;br /&gt;In my personal experience &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hating&lt;/span&gt; is something done by those who are uneducated.&lt;br /&gt;I copped a lot of shit back in my school days for being different, first it was because I had pommy blood, then because I was a little chubby ("What's the difference between Trish and a matchstick? a match stick is skinny Uhherrr herr herr") then because I wore a trenchcoat to school, which automatically meant I was part of the "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eric_Harris_and_Dylan_Klebold"&gt;Trenchcoat Mafia&lt;/a&gt;" of course it couldn't have been because it was freakin' cold waiting at the bus-stop. Plus I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; copped it for being a red-head. And no, I'm not trying to say I have copped discrimination as bad as some although yes I have been attacked a number of times both verbally and physically for being "different." To me it just shows what a lesser person the attacker/name-caller is.&lt;br /&gt;When something is different we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; draw them out. Yes idiots because I am sure they hadn't realized they were different before you tormented them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through my eyes I don't actually see colour or sex or sexual orientation or anything like that. I look deeper, I look at the attitude of the person. It's true what they say... 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Day 3</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:34 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning world. It's another rainy day in Melbourne. Currently sitting on 8 degrees. Apparently Brisbane is going to be having another dust storm again today. glad I won't be there for it. However I am getting a case of the sniffles. The heating is wreaking havok on my poor little body :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:55 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I can see the tiniest bit of blue sky now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:28 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am sitting on verandah which backs onto bathroom. I can hear Dave &amp;amp; the lil guy having showers. They're too funny. They have my white exfoliation glove. So I just leant up to window and blasted them with Michael Jackson megamix. Thought it might help. I don't think they appreciated my help. actually I think the little guy had no idea what the hell was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:46 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we are now on the road on our way to Maryborough for a 100th birthday party. This will be my first 100th. I don't think they are a very common occurrence, who knows maybe this will be the only 100th I am ever invited to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:49 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're in my old territory now. Muhahaha can't see too much of a difference but we are going down the freeway. Oh wait they have 2 new Maccas near Calder Park. Dave &amp;amp; his Mum are in the front. Lil guy and I are in the back but he isn't doing much for companionship, he's had his head stuck in his DS for about half hour already and I don't see it changing anytime soon. I've tried pointing out a few things as we pass but he doesn't seem too interested. Oh well he's happy and that's all that matters plus he is doing maths training again. Can't complain when it's educational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:27 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it to Maryborough despite the rain, but guess who's getting sick. Stupid Melbourne!!&lt;br /&gt;However, something positive. found a little free wi-fi hotspot in town. so we aren't that far from civilization. who knows maybe we'll have access at the hotel. God my head feels stuffed up! It's nice at the moment though because we have stopped for a few minutes down the main street. Dave and his Mum have gone for a wander and it is just the lil guy and myself (and NO heating.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10:00 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we went for a drive to the nursing home. I had to stay in the car because I was sick :(&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get to go tomorrow. oh well looking for a silver lining... I get to pump my music loud for about half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the nursing home visit we went around to see some of Dave's relatives. It was both great and nerve wracking at the same time. Although I had met everyone, I had only met them a couple times. I felt a little like an outcast for awhile, but then we went down to Safeway (Woolworths in the real world) and bought some drinks from the adjoined bottle shop. We had a nice BBQ for dinner and then Dave, his Mum and the little guy went back to the nursing home. again sickness meant I was banned. A couple drinks later and now this is when I really started to relax.  These guys have always been wonderful at making me feel welcome. I had a great relaxed time and in a way I was kind of sad when the others returned and we had to leave for the hotel. I think Dave was too and I know the lil guy was sad to say goodbye to his 2 new best friends (cousins) but it was getting late &amp;amp; he needed sleep. *grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to the hotel we noticed there was a wi-fi connection except it was secured. Dave was trying to guess the password and I half-jokingly said it's probably &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;admin&lt;/span&gt;. Dave laughed and said "Don't be silly it wouldn't be... Oh wait, thank you" although even after that we still couldn't actually access the net. so we climbed into bed and crashed watching &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0100405/"&gt;Pretty Woman&lt;/a&gt; on TV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092624843473930500-4993943143599957857?l=trishwahlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Day 3" /><author><name>TrishwaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15861991293617397724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://trishwahlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/melbourne-maryborough-day-3.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEHQ3Y6cSp7ImA9WxBXFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092624843473930500.post-7455966456441833395</id><published>2009-09-25T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T19:00:32.819-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-27T19:00:32.819-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Melbourne09" /><title>Melbourne Day 2</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/trishwah-tptw/CegwwxDAreFhIGFAJGrEBDevFygEcnHFapygFFmzdssqCptxvpJhtxksxiex/upload.jpg.scaled500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 205px;" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/trishwah-tptw/CegwwxDAreFhIGFAJGrEBDevFygEcnHFapygFFmzdssqCptxvpJhtxksxiex/upload.jpg.scaled500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain, glorious rain...&lt;br /&gt;I'm all rugged up, but I don't think it's that cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered something though... Sitting in shopping centre in Melbourne is just like sitting in shopping centre in Brisbane but with less chance of being recognised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave had a little incident today. He dropped his iPhone. I swear I thought there were going to be tears, but the biggest irony of this was we had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; been looking at protective cases for the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/trishwah-tptw/fiubCxpmAncDqbFgszGzfkdtBJkAbumnahqzpeeeuwomjkgfvBqwIrpjxkwx/upload.jpg.scaled500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 193px;" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/trishwah-tptw/fiubCxpmAncDqbFgszGzfkdtBJkAbumnahqzpeeeuwomjkgfvBqwIrpjxkwx/upload.jpg.scaled500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5:09 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is so rainy &amp;amp; icky we're canceling our get-together with friends. No one wants to go out in this. It doesn't bother me though so Dave and I are heading into the city to go on an adventure anyway. I hope we see something cool, eh the whole thing is going to be cool no matter what. Jebus!!! $10.80 each for tickets to the city. Brisbane Transport I will never diss your pricing again.&lt;br /&gt;The train seats are kinda pretty though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/trishwah-tptw/AdahojGdHEHsFBclbEvluBJlcolpazdHtfvnynJbknACtfsplataCarqHHor/upload.jpg.scaled500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 205px;" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/trishwah-tptw/AdahojGdHEHsFBclbEvluBJlcolpazdHtfvnynJbknACtfsplataCarqHHor/upload.jpg.scaled500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:37 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he hates having his photo taken but I managed to get a quick shot of Dave down a dark alley (Yep, we are that seedy - KIDDING, we were photographing the graffiti.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/trishwah-tptw/cqxcCEkEailgfHDjxaBuDajrzzCvkqsexwFCkkEwvxgrjkcBonAicHjDAxDE/upload.jpg.scaled500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 205px;" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/trishwah-tptw/cqxcCEkEailgfHDjxaBuDajrzzCvkqsexwFCkkEwvxgrjkcBonAicHjDAxDE/upload.jpg.scaled500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had to share this one. Haha dummy totally touching other dummies arse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/trishwah-tptw/vyGydruFAuHdnlpCGBrHjwtkDgDuwvvmnCqiwsjtauiwBayfmnDHduDHjhly/upload.jpg.scaled500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 205px;" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/trishwah-tptw/vyGydruFAuHdnlpCGBrHjwtkDgDuwvvmnCqiwsjtauiwBayfmnDHduDHjhly/upload.jpg.scaled500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:04 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just about to go into McDonalds when we saw a police car pull out into the middle of an intersection and stop, with the lights flashing.&lt;br /&gt;Then another one came and another. We could hear distant chanting so went down for a closer look turned out there was a "free Palestine rally"&lt;br /&gt;It would have to be the most unorganised rally I have ever witnessed. people were just screaming random chants not in time with each other and I just don't think they got their message out properly. So anyway we headed back into Maccas and now this chick  won't STFU... Shut it already woman I don't care for your POV about everything.&lt;br /&gt;Ok off to Southbank to see the sights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/trishwah-tptw/hyDtyuiBdfrbxecEAvdaDmHGGjnGEbzjjfmCiBznneHtvpbGiwrmvvptdwJv/upload.jpg.scaled500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 205px;" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/trishwah-tptw/hyDtyuiBdfrbxecEAvdaDmHGGjnGEbzjjfmCiBznneHtvpbGiwrmvvptdwJv/upload.jpg.scaled500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:29 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may only be 12 degrees but I refuse to be rugged up.&lt;br /&gt;These are some really big steps at Southbank. I practically had to leap from step to step to get up there.&lt;br /&gt;Off to check out further down the river now and maybe Crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/trishwah-tptw/fwIfJdzeergHlDbIfiJbHhzsFDkJnJADJnIbFilvirljeveyDydApwAAFJGn/upload.jpg.scaled500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 205px;" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/trishwah-tptw/fwIfJdzeergHlDbIfiJbHhzsFDkJnJADJnIbFilvirljeveyDydApwAAFJGn/upload.jpg.scaled500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:29 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we noticed a few marquees and tents out near Crown and it turned out there was a Triple M broadcast going on. with the boys from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.MasterChef.com.au"&gt;Masterchef.&lt;/a&gt; I was as happy as a pig in shit. I love the show. Gary is a doll but for me the real hero of the show is  Matt Preston. So as they finished their broadcast the boys headed off towards Crown with their publicists etc. I figured why the hell not... So I chased after Matt and he was kind enough to let me grab a photo, idiot me didn't think to ask for an autograph but then again I was pretty much in shock that I got to meet the guy anyway. I think this moment alone has already made the holiday worthwhile. We headed back to Flinders st after this. *yawn* bed beckons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11:50 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well we made it back to the east side. There were some funny people to watch on the train. There was one chick who was so damn drunk, she was getting angry at her boyfriend for not answering her calls. despite the fact that we were going through the underground train loop and nobody had phone signal. and then there was another chickie a bit later who was on her mobile phone chatting away with who I can only assume was her significant other anyway she did clearly state near the start of the call that she was dead tired. Apparently so, she dozed off mid conversation for a few minutes. I think the person on the other end of the call may have yelled at her when she let out a little snore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to walk back from the station. stuff waiting for a taxi. the only problem was I was absolutely busting for the loo and the ones at the station were already locked. we started walking but there were no toilets in sight. Then we came across a guy who asked to borrow a lighter. next thing he's asking if we "smoke." I swear I don't think I have ever been on a holiday where somone hasn't been offering drugs. of course we declined. We kept walking an eventually made it to this secluded bushland area. So I made Dave keep watch found a nice bush to hide behind and went for an outdoor wee. Ahhh now this brings me back to the old Melbourne days haha except I think this would have to be the first outdoor wee where I was not intoxicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So now we're sitting back, cigarette, a glass of coke then off to bed&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, I lived here for like 7 years. Thought I missed the place but I just don't feel the connection. It seems soul-less now. I thought Melbourne was the "place to be" but tonight everyone just seemed yuppy and faceless. It just lacks the warmth of Brisbane and its people. I miss strangers who smile and give you the nod. Yeah I think it's confirmed I'm a QLD girl at heart. Uh ohh only have 11% battery left. 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I have arrived !" /><author><name>TrishwaH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15861991293617397724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://trishwahlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/melbourne-i-have-arrived.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEDRX88eyp7ImA9WxBXFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092624843473930500.post-3236869442568666664</id><published>2009-09-24T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T19:01:14.173-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-27T19:01:14.173-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Melbourne09" /><title>First real family holiday ever - the journey</title><content type="html">Well I have to keep my phone in aeroplane mode because we are 39048ft in the air doing 431mph (almost 700kmph) I've got the music pumping and yet the kid continues yapping away. Well I guess that means no music for me. Someone's food smells pretty bad, it has made me sneeze twice already.&lt;br /&gt;Well we're over half way and I've cracked a can of beam and coke. I normally wouldn't drink until night time except I am bored as hell. I don't deal well sitting in the same spot doing nothing for any period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether it's the half can of bourbon talking (hey I'm a light-weight at normal altitude) but I'm reasonably happy with the day so far. Things were going pretty well this morning we got everything packed and the last few chores done even got everyone showered including me having a quick go with the plunger and clearing the shower drain.&lt;br /&gt;I had our whole journey planned out and things were going great until the bus left while we were standing at the lights. He was 3 minutes early. We must mark this day in history because Brisbane buses are ALWAYS late. So we missed our connecting train and the following train. We decided the nest option would be to find a taxi instead of waiting for the airtrain and get this, was $5 cheaper. Yeah put that in your pipe and smoke it air train people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we went to check in one of the reservation chicks spotted 2 unattended bags. I totally expected to hear the evacuation siren go off but someone came to claim it. Thank god!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat is still dry and sore from the epic dust storm yesterday. I know I probably shouldn't have gone out in it. I only went out for 5 minutes at a time if that and only a few times but to be really honest it was totally worth it. I'd be kicking myself if I had missed the experience and not gotten the photos I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could totally murder a cigarette about now, I can go longer than this normally but it is the habit of having a smoke when you have a drink.  Oh well we should be in Melbourne in about 20 so I guess we'll have bags within 30-40 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear the are gradually changing the air con lower and lower, probably to prepare us for Melbourne's cold weather. According to the forecast it is meant to rain all week. Wow it is just pure white cloudsout the window now. Brisbane didn't have a cloud in the sky. NSW had scattered clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry now. It sucks sometimes being such a tight arse.  But it already cost me $18 for three drinks, I wasn't about to line someone elses pockets any more. However now I have said that I am seriously contemplating hitting McChucks when we land for a cheeseburger. I need the toilet again. I am such a girl, these guys haven't moved once yet I pee'd at home, at the airport and already once on the plane now I need to go again. Scary considering this is only a 2 hour flight.&lt;br /&gt;We're now doing 441mph altitude 38508ft. I probably should go toilet before they put the seat belt sign on again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez bloody copy cats. I go toilet now everyone wants to go. Well that's cool means I can lay on their seats. I move for  no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there's still 15-20 before we land no fair. We're about to start descent, we're doing 455mph and at 34175ft.  I'm going to have to sit up soon too. Luckily for me the guys got stuck in a queue.   Ok ears popping. Bai bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092624843473930500-3236869442568666664?l=trishwahlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Visit as often as you like, just leave your shoes at the door.</title><content type="html">Well I guess I should finally start this thing. I don't know why, but I have been putting off having a personal blog for years. While I might think that I haven’t accomplished much so far in my life, I have found I am continually giving advice to people and they are asking for my opinion on their issues. So maybe I do have something worthwhile to contribute. Other than that I have been thinking a lot lately about life and death and before you start getting worried, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO I am not suicidal.&lt;/span&gt; I’ve just had some friends lately who have had some rather crappy things happen to those they are close to and it got me thinking. What if something bad were to happen to me? I have many experiences I would one day like to share with my child and this is a way I can guarantee that if something were to happen to me (touch wood it never does) he would still have a chance to get to know the person I really am.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  So, who am I? *shrugs* I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a 27 year old chick who lives in Brisbane with her fiancé and 7 year old son. I’m a red-head both in coloring and in attitude. I’m opinionated. I like to stir people up a little bit. Not to cause trouble, but for giggles.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a homebody these days and have the occasional creative streak. I like to think I am somewhat intelligent. I like to make things and if I can do it out of recycled materials I am even happier. I cook the majority of meals at home from scratch, not only because it is healthier and I’m frugal but also because I find it enjoyable and quite relaxing. There is nothing quite like taking your aggression out on an unsuspecting piece of dough and just kneading the hell out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I value education and morals. These are a few things I would really like to pass on to my child. I don’t like how I see society and would love to make some changes in the way people value each other. While I dish out a lot of crap, it is only ever done in humor. I don’t like the idea of intentionally hurting someone. I personally see all people as equal. I don’t care what your nationality, skin color, religious or sexual preferences are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is full of contradictions. I have a scientific mind and yet I still believe that the supernatural is plausible until proven otherwise. I love having friends but I am not very good at socializing. I am a girl but I don’t know how to do girly things. I love technology but still consider myself to be somewhat green-minded. I love homegrown vegetables. But I am a lousy gardener. I like to eat reasonably healthy and I exercise by walking everywhere, yet I still smoke and drink way too much coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to pick flaws in other people’s logic and nothing gets me going more than a nice topical debate or discussion. I enjoy reading and movies and in both cases I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; love a good horror or thriller - the kind of book you can’t put down or one that leaves you just too scared to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to document almost every aspect of my life. The good, the bad and the ugly. I take a lot of photos and videos and I share them with anyone who cares to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s about all I can think of for the moment. But I guarantee there will be a lot more to come. I have a lot to say… about everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8092624843473930500-9154727097955385498?l=trishwahlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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