Forgetting a big thing

Work got so crazy at the end of last week that there was no time to blog.

Here’s a not-so-brief update on what you missed.

The youngest got back from schoolies in Fiji. Going by the pics I saw on the official Facebook and Instagram pages, a fine time was had by all.

I didn’t get much out of the youngest while she was away. I got this response when I texted her:

Schoolies in Fiji is called Unleashed Grad Trips. It was a bit pricey, but I liked the idea that there were no Toolies or drink spiking.

There were also three meals a day included, though the youngest was never up in time for the breakfast buffet.

Here’s the sell on the Unleashed web page:

Not surprisingly, the youngest had an awesome time. Well, until she had to check out of her hotel room at 2.30am on the final morning to make her way to the airport via boat and bus. Barbaric!

On Friday night I took my sister to see a 20th anniversary screening of Love Actually at the Hayden Orpheum for her birthday. There was a performance by an acapella group beforehand called Soul Food. They sang songs from movies and Christmas carols and were quite remarkable.

Soulfood currently has 55 members spread over 5 parts: soprano, mezzo-soprano, alto, tenor and bass.

They also have a beat box artist, who fascinated me. Beat box is a form of vocal percussion primarily involving the art of mimicking drum machines using one’s mouth, lips, tongue, and voice. It was freakish how much it sounded like an actual drum machine.

And Love Actually is always a delight, though also a bit of an eye-opener on how far society has progressed. The fat jokes have become jarring, as has the boss warning women to stay away from the staffer who is known to grope women at the Christmas party.

In other news, remember how panicked I was by my ultrasound last week? Well I was sent the x-ray of my pelvis, which threw me into a tailspin.

This is what it looked like:

I had a brain snap about what the huge mass was and started hyperventilating and frantically Googling “abnormal pelvic x-ray”.

This is what a normal pelvic x-ray looks like:

You can understand why I freaked out.

Anyways after about 10 minutes of cold-sweat dread and Googling I suddenly realised it was Freddie the Fibroid.

Long-term blog followers may recall that Freddie was discovered in my uterus about eight or nine years ago. He was calculated to be around the size of a three-month old fetus.

A hysterectomy was suggested but Freddie was so big that it would have been a major operation.

I was an unemployed single mum at the time who couldn’t afford six weeks out of action, so I went for a couple of smaller procedures to deal with the side effects of Freddie hogging space in my uterus. And then I pretty much forgot about him … until last Friday.

It might be just the angle, but Freddie looks absolutely freaking enormous.

Freddie’s size may explain why I am having back and hip pain. Dr Google tells me that when fibroids get that big they can press on your sciatic nerve.

I don’t have the results of the ultrasound yet, but when I do I will head to the doctor for advice on next steps. I am thinking I might finally have to resign myself to major surgery.

In happier news, I went for a swim at the beach with DD on Saturday to cool off in the heatwave, then took him out to dinner to say thank you for minding the dogs while I was in Western Australia.

We had steak and chips and a Limoncello Margarita each and just as we were finishing our meal DD’s neighbours walked in so we sat and had a chitter chat and laugh with them for 30 minutes before I made my way home to my sweltering apartment.

I lost half of Sunday to my yearly Snapfish photo book order. Those bloody things take FOREVER. I reckon I spent at least four hours downloading and uploading photos and arranging them.

I am not the most meticulous person, so nothing is in chronological order and a few pages were thrown together in the end because I’d run out of patience.

And now it’s Monday and I would like another weekend please, because that one wasn’t long enough.

How about you?

Song of the day: Peter Gabriel “Big time”