Well insured

Today I was once again reminded how much my health insurance means to me. My mum is in hospital. She doesn’t have private health insurance.

To be fair when I took her in to the emergency department on Friday I couldn’t have asked for more. They took her 81 years and her bad asthma symptoms very seriously. A Social Worker who sees everyone in emergency over the age of 61 had a chat with me and told me about more support services available to her. She was admitted and is being looked after.

But she shared her room with another elderly woman who is in hospital because her granddaughter threw a heavy book at her as she wouldn’t give her money for drugs. And the blow on her hip has caused repercussions to her health that I don’t think she could ever have anticipated. This woman is also raising her granddaughter’s child.

While recovering from this injury her son, who is an alcoholic, has been visiting her demanding money from her. He got some yesterday, came back for more last night and then more again today. This after the lady asked the medical staff to not let her son out of the psych ward knowing full well he’d turn up at her bedside demanding more money.

When I visited my mum the lady was being moved to a different room so her son couldn’t find her so easily and she could have some peace.

I started thinking – how did this family become so dysfunctional? And not just one child but generations, and what future does the great grandchild have?

I understand addiction and the hold it can have on a person. From my experience, aside from the trauma that can be involved, it robs that person and their family of choice. Choices that involve where you live, who you live with and so on.

Perhaps this family didn’t have a someone to make their life normal, to give them other options & choices and it would seem that through the generations their chances are getting thinner.

I hope the lady gets some rest and to be brutally selfish, I hope the son doesn’t return to look for her because I hate to think of my mum being in a place where she should be safe and feeling scared.

That’s why I’ll always have private health insurance – at least I’ll have choice.


Real Life Wednesday – Expectations vs Reality

On Wednesdays I don’t work.  The expectations I have for what I can achieve on a Wednesday between school drop off and pick up are rarely realised.


Pack a lunch that is healthy, all home-made and everyone will love and will rush home and tell me was wonderful.


Packed a lunch that contained gherkins and avocado because they were the only green vegetables left in the house.  Threw in a packet of mini-biscuits (full of fat, sugar, salt and more numbers than a times table).  I had to ask the children if they liked it.  Apparently it was too big and they don’t have enough time to play (yet when they see it being packed in the mornings they say they need more food – go figure).


Do the grocery shopping and be home by 10:30.


I had to return books to the library and got a couple more out.  When Bruce saw one of them he complained bitterly that I should have looked inside it because clearly it was a song book not a story book.

My eyebrows resemble caterpillars and my top lip looks like the caterpillars have shed hair over it.  Unfortunately neither could be tamed today but I made an appointment for next week.

Hunted for various birthday presents.  Had some success.

Visited chemist for our annual winter wallet clean out.

Scraped together some coins and bought a small coffee.

Started grocery shopping.  Haven’t done a big grocery shop for weeks.  It took an age.  Spilt the remains of my coffee through my grocery bags.  Got home at 11:30.


Clean out pantry and fridge, unpack groceries, clean and tidy the kitchen.


Unpacked groceries.


Walk dog, feed chickens, collect eggs.


Achieved (but the dog walk is never, ever, long enough).


Put away washing that’s hanging on the airer and driving me nuts when the kids use it as a prop in their latest superhero game.




Sort out the goodies I have in my wardrobe for our school fete so I can drop them off.  This will mean that I stop tripping over them and Tigger stops making noises like a demented door charm every time I walk in to my so-called walk-in-robe.


As if.


Help out in Bruce’s class.


Yes!  But lordy it was exhausting and I was only there for just over an hour.  Hats off to all you wonderful teachers out there.


Log in to work and check emails.


I brought my work laptop home.  See – it’s over there.


Make home-made pizza from scratch for dinner.


I’m writing this blog post.


I’m linking up with Kate from Picklebums for Real Life Wednesday. Real Life Wednesdays

Ear Worm

This wasn’t the post I set out to write today but during the course of writing that post, the song “I’ve Never Been to Me” by Charlene has come in to my head and won’t leave me alone.

I suppose I should be glad that it’s driven out “G’Day G’Day” by Slim Dusty.  For those of you who don’t reside in Australia, this is a classic Australian country song.  It was re-introduced to me by Bruce who has been learning it at school and likes to sing it (nay shout it out), at the top of his lungs while sitting on the loo.  As I’ve mentioned before that boy can occupy a toilet for a LONG time.

Are you ever tormented by ear worms and if so how do you get rid of them?