Thursday #81 – my day was not off to
a good start when I saw my first patient of the day shared a name
with CBB. That woman appears to be haunting me, but hiding her from
my facebook newsfeed has certainly helped. Now, instead of wanting
to slap her with every post that clogs up my facebook; I can decide
when I want to see her riveting posts about her psychic ability,
“hilarious” toddler, unborn baby (whose gender reveal at the
ultrasound went against those earlier claims of psychic powers) and
“amazing” fiancé.
I for one can't wait for next month and their 1 year anniversary –
special for both of them as neither has been in a relationship longer
than 9 months...no they definitely are not rushing into this
marriage. In the true spirit of her namesake, Patient #1 managed to
drive me mental. Apparently, despite only making the appointment the
day before, she had thought her 8.45 appointment was at 9.15 and as
such turned up 30 minutes late to her 45 minute appointment. Not
impressed.
With school holidays in full swing I
was uncharacteristically busy and did not get to enjoy my usual
bludge of a Thursday afternoon. On the bright side it did make the
day go quicker. After work I headed home for an hour or so before
The Drunk Bro picked up DTM, The Cabbie and I and drove us all to
Belrose Hotel for dinner. I was a little reluctant given it was
school holidays and I had heard that place can get pretty hectic at
dinner in the hols, not to mention the fact with The Drunk Bro
driving I had no say in when I could leave. Yes I do get my
information from The Trivia Host who had posted on facebook about a
rather busy Tuesday night of trivia.
My portuguese chicken burger was
delightful and was washed down nicely with some pear ciders. School
holidays did indeed make the hotel busier and we waited about 45
minutes for our meals. The Drunk Bro and The Cabbie ordered after
DTM and I so we were pretty much finished by the time they got their
food. It was looking like I wouldn't be heading home anytime soon.
At this thought, DTM decided to check out the pokies. After
insisting he was only going to play $5 (and then 5 more and 5 more
and 5 more) he eventually won and ended up $15 ahead – personally
I'm not sure it's that much of a win if you have to risk more than
that before making any money. Pokies just are not my thing. I love
winning money but have long be a bad gambler as my absolute hate of
losing money far outweighs any possible benefit...maybe if there were
better odds I would be willing to reconsider.
The Drunk Bro was by this stage, as
keen as I was to get home but The Cabbie, unable to drink wine
without a meal, had finished one beer before dinner and then had a
whole bottle of red to get through when his meal finally arrived at
about 8.30. With The Drunk Bro driving and DTM and I not so keen on
red, it was a long wait to watch him finish. I remain the only one
who finds his nightly consumption of a bottle of wine (more often
than not with some beers as well) a tad excessive.
Not the best Thursday as I seemed to
spend most of it waiting – either for patients to arrive or people to finish drinking but it could've been worse. Dinner was nice.
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