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It’s all about timing

In the featured image for this post you will see Maxi looking pleased with himself because he got to tag along for a 2km drive to the end of the road with his head hanging out the window, past the cows in paddocks and the construction for the new twin servos off the M1, to get petrol before the prices jumped on Tuesday with the news about conflict continuing in the Middle East. Obviously, Maxi didn’t care about the oil prices, but I was pleased to say I got $50 of fuel into my tank at $1.65 before it went up 25c overnight at that particular station. The ABC was reporting that households could see an extra $14 a week needing to go to petrol over the coming months, which to some isn’t much, to some a lot, and to me who’s still making 3 80+km round trips a week to see mum in hospital (she’s moved to the rehab hospital which is AWESOME) it matters that I was able to work it so I put petrol in Tuesday instead of tomorrow when my pension goes in.

Waiting on the indexation amounts to be published so I can redo my budget for the next 6 months. It’ll probably be about $20 more a fortnight overall between rent assistance and disability.

I got my first “weird hot cross buns” of the year yesterday at my bread collection – Carrot Cake Inspired ones from Aldi. I microwaved one for 15 seconds and it was awesome! Little bits of cream cheese icing inside and nice and soft and spiced.

Been perfecting my “getting a car park at the hospital” strats. Yesterday I let all the cars go off ahead of me and waited where I was since there was noone behind me needing to go. And I lucked out a Mum and her twin boys came out of the elevator and indicated they were going to their car just in front of me. Score! Sadly, I was charged the advertised parking price for pensioners of $6.80 for the day rather than the $5.60 they have been charging me. Swings and roundabouts I guess.

Mum’s been getting assessed and set up with physio, occupational therapy and speech pathology goals and activities to get her moving again. It’s exhausting for her but she’s hopefully going to make good gains. I’m still aiming to go in Monday, Wednesday and Fridays to see her and support however I can. Yesterday we got outside for a little walk around the grounds. It was super humid! No wonder there’s mould in so many of the local hospitals :/ Nothing is drying anywhere!

That said, I’m attempting to get the sheets and towels washed today, whether they dry or not is another story!

Love yas!

Wanna help me with petrol and parking costs or send some snacks?

4 weeks

Mum had her stroke four weeks ago yesterday.

It’s been up and down – for her and the rest of us. She should be moving to the rehab hospital today, if all goes according to plan, which is rarely does but hopefully this time. I think she’ll be happier and more optimistic there and hopefully that will help my father start looking ahead and the rest of us can start planning what the next steps are and what the new routine and reality is. Hopefully she will make great progress and be able to go home safely and with the rehab team’s help we can organise any care and supports she needs.

I feel like acute hospital hasn’t been a place for anyone to really think about that. Her blood pressure is under control, and hopefully they can ease back on some of the meds that are making her super tired. Everything looks harder in the chaos of the ward, and the up and down nature of it all.

She’s had some speech pathology while she’s been in – word finding, higher level stuff like longer instructions and problem solving. We were going a crossword yesterday. She’ll need to work on her writing – both thinking of the words and the physical writing. I’m making possible goals in my head heh. There’s a ways to go but yeah, she’ll be in the right place for that soon.

snack foods - generic wagon wheels, ccs - meat pie flavour., low carb snack bards, danishes, cheese and bacon rolls — Assorted snacks

Thank you to those who’ve sent me cash for petrol and parking! It really helps to not stress too much about whether I can fill the car or have my card accepted when leaving the hospital carpark! Love yas!

Corollin’ along

Spending a lot of time in my little Corolla at the moment. Mum had a second brain bleed on the weekend and so while a lot has settled back to a routine since then, we’re all a bit more on edge and really wanting things to keep steady and on the path to rehab for her. I’m taking today away from the hospital, stocked up on snacks and hope to be rested to head back in tomorrow (I will regardless, I just want the rest first – Maxi was nagging me to take my meds last night right on 9pm too and get to bed, so he knows it too).

Still super appreciating having Everyplate meals ready to cook when I get home – even if they did stuff me around with saying they replaced the parley for a meal with coriander but they’d really replaced the coriander for another meal with the parsley. Neither was a really suitable substitute and I got credits on my account but I don’t really have the brain power for that, so I made up my own substitution for the coriander using some chives I got a week ago in a free fruit and veg bag, and now I realise I DO have parsley, I’m glad I didn’t buy any and will make that meal tonight.

So yeah, trying to look after myself, keep mentally and physically well too so I can keep helping. Trying not to feel guilty about letting other things slide, or being away from the house more, or not being as available.

Mum’s waiting on a rehab bed, bed block is everywhere. The Rehab doctor from that hospital seemed to be estimating about an 8 week stay there once that happens and then hopefully home. In that time we’ll see what supports she needs to go home and hope that’s organisable and not too much of a fight… And what role I’ll play in that.

Even though the days are long at the hospital I feel better for being able to be there most days because I hate to say it there are days on the wards when patients don’t get all the care they need because they’re short staffed or just have the right amount for no emergencies or other contingencies and me being there means I can help with practical things like meals and helping mum with talking to all the allied health and doctors coming around. She was seen by a gaggle (legit term for them I swear) of final year speech students yesterday for her swallowing and higher language skills and I was trying not to remember how useless I felt on my hospital placements.

Send snax or energy drinks, gift cards or cold hard (electronic) cash if you wanna help me out at the moment, but if you’ve got my on Bluesky or Instagram, a heart on a post here and there goes a long way, because I’m feeling so out of touch with the online part of my life.

A Lack of Best Laid Plans

Fortunately my plans for this year were to focus on family and home, because mum had a stroke Wednesday morning last week and fortunately I don’t have to renege on any commitments because I haven’t made any.

My weekly food posts were already out the window – the Friday before that I had a big day when pest controller who was visiting the work site next door slipped and injured himself on a star picket and there was no one else there to help him so I stopped the bleeding and applied pressure for ages until the ambulance finally came.

His boss brought flowers the next day and he and his wife dropped in chocolates and card last week. Which I unfortunately missed cos I was in seeing Mum.

The voucher came in handy for petrol yesterday, and the chocolate have been a comfort. As has Bruce getting takeaway when I couldn’t face even making my EveryPlate meals. They have been perfect this week though, knowing I can come home and whip something up in 30 minutes after a day in human form.

Mum’s doing okay – her right arm and leg are paralyzed but she’s getting a little movement and feeling back. Speech and swallowing okay, and while she’s got some difficulty finding specific words she’s good at working around it. She’ll probably have a stint in the private rehab hospital closer to home once the acute staff are happy to send her there. Dad’s beside himself with worry and very lost.

So, while I’ve been catching up where I can with the online and political goings on, I’m relieved I haven’t committed to anything this year and had already stepped back. Oh, I was thrown a UTI in there for good fun which hasn’t helped with my physical ability to take this on – it’s not that I have to really DO anything extra at this stage – but mentally it’s like feeling like I have to be across things, and knowing that Mum’s my sister’s main support but can’t be there just as the kids go back to school (come on NDIS don’t scrooge them out of some extra support), I’m just hovering hoping there’s not too many pieces to pick up. Knowing I can, but knowing I have to pace myself.

So I have a dentist appointment today, three back fillings, got the front ones and a clean last week, free through public dental after a year on the waitlist. That should sort that for another 5 to ten years right?

If you wanna help me out with petrol or parking costs, coffee at the hospital, or cover a week of dinners or send brekkies, my paylinks and wishlists are here. Love yas!

Two More Years (for Eraring Power Station)

Eraring power station has always been a part of my life. Construction started in 1977 and it and I were unleashed on the world in 1982. It was announced this week they were going to again extend its life another two years, this time until 2029. Transitions are well under way and it’s surely becoming more and more expensive to keep it alive. There’s a battery project well underway locally by Origin, and will the huge amount of private households getting their own solar systems and batteries the load on the station is being shifted. Workers are getting support for training in related industries and people should be pretty damn confident that the old girl won’t be needed by its new closure date of 2029.

All those people who are buying land for the McMansions in the shadows must be a little disappointed but the further push back. They, like us, get to experience the localised particulates for another couple of years. At least housing prices will hold for that time I hope, don’t wanna know how much more the local area will go up once we’re free of it. The small Myuna colliery was opened to directly supply coal to the station, and its workers are still waiting to hear if Origin will continue to buy coal from them til 2029 or finally stop as they keep threatening to do. Every time there’s a looming closure people talk about how everything will change and businesses will suffer, but we’ll see.

As a kid, I remember having this cold-war fear that my area of the world would only be a target for nuclear annihilation because we hosting the biggest Power Station in the land. That little concern bubble up whenever the world leaders tick us a little closer to doomsday, but all in all it’s pretty chill here in Lake Macquarie.

We used to travel to ovals near the station for interschool softball days. I think the netball girls also headed there. The local primary school closed in 2014 after having no enrolments for 2015. They rocked a brown and yellow uniform. It’s unlikely that Eraring itself would need a primary school again but the smaller public schools like Dora Creek and Cooranbong are going to see huge numbers once the estates are filled with families moving up from Sydney for affordable detached housing. There’s a twin service station being built on the M1 that’s only 2km from me, but fortunately no exits from the highway to the towns are planned. There’s two water trucks that run on a loop from the estate here to the build site for the servos ferrying water for dust dampening.

There’s SO much that needs to be done up here in terms of services to support the growing population. Like we still only have a two hourly train service on weekends, hourly through the week, there’s only steep steps to the platform, and there’s no bus connection between Dora Creek and Cooranbong, the two towns shall not meet. Cooranbong with its new sea of grey roofs (it’s always a little hotter over there) in Watagan Park Estate got a Woolworths last month (which is great and quiet – but my partner did day it all feels litlle Sydney out there).

Our little semi-rural town’s need to get some support to handle our new residents and commenters in the coming decades.