some updates

I havn't posted for a while. Why not, I will disclose later.

What has happened lately? Well, last Friday night my brother broke his arm. He fell at after-school-care, while under the care of my friend stacy. (Apparently she was egging him to run really fast and he tripped over a slide and flew for 5 seconds before landing on his hand and face.) So I took him to the GP, who said it was definately broken, and may indeed need reduction (!). He recommended us take him to the Mater Children's hospital rather than the QEII which was closer. Apparently, QEII didn't like paediatric cases and may indeed send us to the Mater anyway. So I went home and picked up my mum (and cousin and cousin's husband too, since they were visiting and wanted to come along) and we went to the emergency department at Mater Childrens.

The whole experience was quite exciting and therefore exhausting for all of us. Most of all for me, I think. Because I am a health care professional, somehow I became the spokesperson and 'Arranger'. I manipulated through Southbank in the chaos that is Friday night traffic, and arrived at the hospital without making a wrong turn. (This I thank God for, since I had neglicted to look at a map before we left and I hadn't been to the Mater since first year uni, and even then it was by foot).

We were attended to fairly promptly by the staff, but it was still 10pm by the time everything (x-rays, plastering, etc) was done. We had spent around 3 hours there. It turned out to be only a very small break, called a 'buckle' fracture, barely visible on the x-ray.

During the waiting and everything, I, as usual, thought a lot. As I was thinking it, i thought: "my thoughts are strange. I must put this in my blog". But I was very hungry (my brother wasn't allowed food or drink in case he needed sedation, so I fasted with him) and very tired (started work at 7.30am that morning). So I don't remember a single one of my interesting thoughts.

The fracture was so small that I personally don't think it deserved a full-forearm plaster cast. But I guess it's hospital protocol. It gave my brother a couple of days holiday from practicing his violin and piano. However, when he saw the specialist on Tuesday, the plaster was removed, he was given a brace, and was reassured that he could indeed practice his musical instruments.

haahaa.

I also had a birthday party on Saturday. (I turned 20 on the 20th on Monday). It was pretty good, I was worried because the people who were coming were a mixture of people I knew and they didn't know each other. But it turned out pretty well. The only thing is, once again, I showed myself to be the most disorganised host in the world. People were like: I need a spoon. And I'm like: spoon? Oh yeah, just wait, do we have enough spoons? I didn't buy birthday candles because I thought the idea was a little silly and didn't think it mattered. But apparently it did matter, beacuse a friend insisted on holding a lit match for me to blow out.

On a final note, I don't think you will see me blogging as much now. There are two main reasons for this. I am finding that my blogs getting more and more religious. I put my religious reflections on here because I feel like writing it down, but I withhold some of my questions because I have my audience in mind. While I pride myself in making my blog 'raw' and honest, some things are between me and my God. So I have started keeping a spiritual journal, where I record my doubts and questions and the way God answers them. After writing in such a journal, the importance of my everyday activities dim in comparison. The other reason is that I am trying to spend less time on the internet. Besides, I don't think many people read my blog anyway, and therefore it is really for my own benefit than others.

Not that you won't see religious entries on here anymore, it is too entwined in my life, too constantly on my mind for me to ignore it altogether in a journal that records my ponderings.