Patra's Other Place
I started out with Patra's Place, primarily dedicated to my linen collection and stitching projects. But I kept getting side-tracked, so I decided to create Patra's Other Place for anything not related to embroidery topics. So you now have a choice. If you are interested in me, read this. If you only want to see my linen and stitching, visit Patra's (original) Place! (Please note that by clicking on any of the photos, they will be enlarged to fill your computer screen.)
- Name: Gina E.
- Location: Melbourne, Vic., Australia
I am married to Ken. We have no children of the human kind, but we have two cats, and five aviaries holding canaries, Gouldian finches and bantam hens. Before I retired, I worked in the aged care field. Ken is a courier with a pathology service.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Doctors, doctors, doctors....
Along with his heart and lung conditions, Ken has for years suffered with the horrid problem of reflux which seems so common these days. He has tried everything that the doctors have prescribed, as well as alternative treatments from health food shops. Today was his final attempt to seek a solution. His doctor referred him to a local Endoscopy centre, and Ken had a gastroscopy and colonoscopy - yep, that's right. A tube up the back and a tube down the front at the same time. Well, within a few minutes of each other I presume - I wasn't there while it was being done!
Finally, he has some answers. He had some polyps removed from the colon, and they found a hiatus hernia and something called Barrett's mucosa from the gastroscopy. He has to see the endoscopist again in two weeks to get the results of the biopsies, and presumably, will have some treatment for either or both conditions.
So. He is happy that his concerns have been vindicated, and he wasn't just imagining it all. As for me, I won't go looking for trouble. I've 'suffered' from IBS for more years than I can remember, but it has always been thus, so I just live with it. If they go looking down there, I hate to think what they might find, so I'm not going to let anyone look! And I don't do mammograms. Finding a lump in a breast is bad news, so I'm not letting anyone look at those either! If there is a lump, it's the beginning of the end, isn't it. Chemotherapy stuffs up the immune system so badly, one may as well die from the cancer.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
I eventually found just one toothpaste made here in Australia - Cedel. So I bought it, and unless I can find the Macro brand again (which is also made here) that's all I will ever buy. I'm not being racist; I just do not want to put stuff into my mouth that was made in India, Thailand or Africa. There are many things in our house that have their origins in those countries, and I have no objection to them. But as far as food and personal health products go, I believe they should be made locally.
Choice had a frightening article in this month's issue, about the toxic chemicals founds in cloths and furnishing that are made overseas and imported into Australia. Anyone reading this blog who has unexplained health issues, should beg borrow or buy that issue of Choice magazine and read it. You may be shocked.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Did the earth move for you too?
I was pleased when I started finding all these reports on the Internet later on, about our earthquake - "See, I'm not going mad after all" I said to Ken.
Thursday, June 07, 2012
My photos will be famous!
Wednesday, June 06, 2012
The Queen's Diamond Jubilee.
We were born in an era when Australians respected the Queen (and before her, her father King George VI), without having any resentment that the British Monarchy are our Heads of State. We knew from our history lessons at school that if it wasn't for the British, none of us would be living in freedom in this beautiful country, and we had no problem acknowledging them as our leaders from afar. We also understood that the British didn't 'rule' us - we had our own Prime Minister, Governor General, and state Premiers to do that.
So neither of us can understand the vitriol that emerges from the mouths of some people such as Nicole Brady, a so-called 'senior' journalist from The Age newspaper today. I think the title has gone to her head (and out from her arse, excuse the expression). She's only 27, for goodness sake, but talks like so many of her age group - she thinks she know better than anybody else about everything. She was talking to Neil Mitchell on 3AW this morning, calling the Queen and Duke 'silly old people floating down a river on a barge', and spouting more utter garbage about the Jubilee and the Monarchy in general. What on earth is the matter with her? Is she jealous of the attention lavished on them? She claims they don't do anything to warrant all the money that is spent on them; they know nothing about coming home at the end of the day having to look after a family and cook meals. HELLO?????? Does she think Julia Gillard does that? Or the American President? Actually, ms brady sounds like a communist - seems to think that everyone should be the same - go to work, come home and look after family. Well, ms. the world doesn't work like that, never has and never will. Some people will be leaders and some will be followers. Chiefs and Indians, that's how it is. So get used to it.
As for Kylie Minogue. Is my hearing defective, or did she actually use the F word in the second song in her performance? It sounded as if she actually spelled it out at one point - "F U C " and so on. I couldn't believe my ears. How could the organisers of that concert let her sing that in the presence of the Royal Family? I suppose the younger members of the family are like the rest of their generation and take it in their stride, but I can't begin to imagine what the Queen was thinking. Another thing that disgusted me was that she made no reference to the Jubilee at all - utterly self centred little tart. The others - Shirley Bassey, Elton John, Paul McCartney, etc. all paid homage to the Queen in one way or another. Perhaps Kylie is a republican and that was her way of thumbing her nose at the monarchy. She is Australian, isn't she? I was ashamed of her.
CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR DIAMOND JUBILEE,
Friday, June 01, 2012
Chooks, not FB!
Fourth reason I don't like Facebook.
Clumsy fool that I am!
So that was the end of my opshop photos, but it didn't spoil our day - we still had fun! On the way home I stopped at Dick Smith's in Eltham to ask their advice, and the shop assistant who served me was able to explain what was wrong with the camera. He said the stabiliser is a tiny sensor that keeps the photo steady if your hands are unsteady, and if it is broken, it can't be fixed. When Ken got home, I told him the camera didn't work any more. I didn't tell him I dropped it. Well, I didn't lie! I just didn't mention it...(smacks self for being dishonest). Ken was annoyed, because it was his camera originally, and he gave it to me when he bought his I-phone and was able to take photos with that.
Next day, we went to Ted's Camera Store over at Greensborough, and the salesman there said pretty much the same thing as Dick Smith's man - although he said he could send it away to be looked at, which would cost $60, and if it could be fixed, it would cost another $100. But why do that when I could get a new camera for $100, which would be much superior to the old one, which is now about 6 years old. I asked if it was common for digital cameras to break down like that and he said "Yes, but has it been dropped?" I looked wide-eyed and said "Probably", and Ken said "Not by me!" and glared at me! Oops.
The upshot of all this was us buying TWO cameras - a nice little Pentax for me for $99, and a slightly better one for Ken - a Nikon, for nearly $300. He justified his purchase by saying that although the Iphone is handy to take photos on the run, they aren't as good as he would like. Many years ago, we both had good SLR cameras and Ken took excellent photos, so he's missing that now, and decided to get something worthwhile to photograph his aviary birds and birds in the wild, which can't be done as well with a phone camera. He said he may as well spend the money while he is still working, and as I said to his Mum today when I was visiting her, the way he(we?) spend money, he'll be working until the day he drops off his perch...