Nice to see you!

Three major events occurred for me last year (2010), all in the space of about 2 weeks. I turned 50. The following day I got married. Two weeks later, my oldest daughter became pregnant with her first child and my first grandchild.

Most middle-aged people will tell you that in their minds, they still feel 20 something. It's the same for me.

Wasn't it only yesterday that I was planning a night out with guys from the surf club? That gorgeous new perm. Flaired, cuffed denims and the red t-shirt with the off-the-shoulder frill. Corked platform wedgies. **sigh**

Suddenly I'm looking in the mirror and wondering how 30 years can flash by so damned quickly!

So here I am in cyberspace, sharing my genuine shock and horror with anyone who'll listen and maybe I'll even meet some other over 50s who find themselves in the same predicament!

Welcome to my dilemna!!

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

The Dealer

Adoring Husband and I visited The Dealer today.

I call his doctor 'The Dealer' because every time AH has an appointment, he comes home with a new prescription for another drug.

The Dealer, again, called me The Bodyguard when we walked into his surgery, and I plan on being the 'ever present' bodyguard forever more!

He suggested another drug today (just like last time) and even drew a lovely little diagram with a graph and percentages to try to convince us how successful this drug would be.

The calculations which he attempted to construct in his head, were not convincing, and I don't think he was convinced either. There was a bit of babbling going on.

So, we left with an appointment card for AH to see someone else about some helpful exercises that he will need, to improve parts of his health (in place of the drugs).

'Apparently' there is nothing natural that we can do to improve this part of AH's health (I love how medical practitioners and specialists ALWAYS say that ... like they've EVER attempted anything natural!). 'Apparently' this is a natural ageing process that can only degenerate as he gets older.

We'll see about that.

Then we had a lovely time in AH's computer record, removing some medications from his list of 'active' drugs .. and there was a good number of them .. until there was just one left.

Can you see the beaming smile on my face? Can you hear my audible sigh of relief? Can you sense how proud I am of Adoring Husband for avoiding those toxic substances and attempting to allow his body to become strong enough to fight disease and illness in a more natural way?

There are still health issues (aside from his Parkinson's) that we have to address and I'm working on those issues as quickly as I can - my education as a process is intense and time consuming. There is just so much to learn and absorb, but I can see progress happening in my own head!

We will get there.

Tonight we had a few storms roll over us. Lots of noise and a hell of a light show with just a couple of short sharp showers. We could have done with some decent rain, but unfortunately that wasn't meant to be.



I hid inside the house until the storms were a LONG way from us, and I took these photos from my outdoor area with the camera pointed between a couple of houses.

The light show was impressive and I wish I was brave enough to set up the camera on the beach because THAT would have been gobsmackingly amazing!

As promised, dinner last night was this ...


The chicken breast (a recipe given to me a long time ago by Lady Lynn) was butterflied, pounded and then I rolled crumbled feta cheese, chopped sundried tomatoes, oven roasted pine nuts & almonds in it.

I placed the rolled chicken on a bed of sliced onion, sprinkled a combination of lime zest, thyme, oregano and minced garlic over the top, covered it with baking paper and baked it in a 180C oven for 45 mins, but I think it only needed 35 mins because it was a bit dry.

The cauliflower rice had toasted pine nuts, onion, chilli, lemon juice and coriander tossed through it.

The cucumber was thinly sliced, mixed with shallots and coriander and then soaked in lemon juice, balsamic vinegar, olive oil and cracked pepper.

You can see the leftover stuffing mixture from the chicken in the middle of the plate too.

I just want to end with my favourite quote from Winnie the Pooh.


Nite all.

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