Monday, June 05, 2006
Yes, I know I was supposed to weigh myself this morning but I forgot. Let's assume, however, that I am lighter now than I was before I started throwing up, and move swiftly on.
Jim says that I haven't taken a day's sick leave in 15 years but he only has to plan a weekend away and I come over all queasy. He could be right.
This weekend we drove to Kalgoorlie, a mining town 650 kms east of Perth. We went there once twelve years ago but I got sick and didn't get to do any of the tourist stuff so we thought we'd go and try again.
So there we were at the mine entrance ready to start the underground tour (not my idea, I can assure you) and the woman on the door who has grilled all the previous customers about their concession card status just charged us the lower rate and ushered us in.
I caught sight of myself in a window as we passed and realized why we passed as 'care in the community' candidates without question: I was wearing ALL my clothes because it was so cold. I looked spherical. The impression was enhanced by the fagin-esque quality of my fingerless gloves and the black woolen beanie that covered all of my hair. Hey, bald is beautiful. My much loved red Rockport boots had chosen this weekend to wear down to a hole in the sole so I was limping a little. My pupils were doubtless dilated from the codeine, planet Earth seemed a long way from my reality. And then there was the finishing touch of a little dried vomit on the hem of my jeans. Clearly, here was a woman who should not be left unattended.
Drug-assisted, I dozed through the entire weekend. Today is a public holiday. I'm still feeling a little fragile but I'm sure to be fine tomorrow coz it's back to work.
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Jim says that I haven't taken a day's sick leave in 15 years but he only has to plan a weekend away and I come over all queasy. He could be right.
This weekend we drove to Kalgoorlie, a mining town 650 kms east of Perth. We went there once twelve years ago but I got sick and didn't get to do any of the tourist stuff so we thought we'd go and try again.
So there we were at the mine entrance ready to start the underground tour (not my idea, I can assure you) and the woman on the door who has grilled all the previous customers about their concession card status just charged us the lower rate and ushered us in.
I caught sight of myself in a window as we passed and realized why we passed as 'care in the community' candidates without question: I was wearing ALL my clothes because it was so cold. I looked spherical. The impression was enhanced by the fagin-esque quality of my fingerless gloves and the black woolen beanie that covered all of my hair. Hey, bald is beautiful. My much loved red Rockport boots had chosen this weekend to wear down to a hole in the sole so I was limping a little. My pupils were doubtless dilated from the codeine, planet Earth seemed a long way from my reality. And then there was the finishing touch of a little dried vomit on the hem of my jeans. Clearly, here was a woman who should not be left unattended.
Drug-assisted, I dozed through the entire weekend. Today is a public holiday. I'm still feeling a little fragile but I'm sure to be fine tomorrow coz it's back to work.
