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I started bleeding Friday, it was expected.
Saturday I had church friend's teenaged son coming by to help out in the garden. FIfteen minutes before he was due, his mum texted me to let me know he has a flu and wouldn't be making it. All good (except for him being sick) and we'll reschedule for another time when he can make it.
I pottered around in the garden, trimmed the pomegranate, cut back the (still going) pumpkin. It's less than a month to Solstice!
Also, we're already past 'too cold for comfort' in weather terms around here. Australia has the coldest houses, in part because most of our current lot of houses were built back when fossil fuels were plentiful and cheap and the weather was a lot more middle-of-the-road than it is in these times. Anyway, I'm almost always too cold right now, have the heater on often enough that my sister complains - particularly at night when I want to lie in bed and read and not be under a billion covers. The study is the warmest room in the house in the afternoons and into the evenings, and it's still pretty cold.
Yes, we're very lucky that we can afford the energy bills (although apparently the energy companies are musing about starting to charge people for putting power back into the grid; I wonder if there's a possibility for a local energy exchange, which would allow local energy collection and redemption) but it's not ideal. I'm a summer girl, a reptilian sort who needs to stand in the sun and get her warmth up. I'd rather be sweaty than wear a sweater - I just don't like things around my throat.
I was super-tired after the garden, though, and ended up taking a nap in the afternoon for about 3 hours. Just couldn't seem to keep my eyes awake.
Sunday was a quiet-ish day, but I smoked BBQ Ribs (spicy-sweet pork), made cornbread, baked a sweet potato, and made potato salad. It was a proper 'American' BBQ. And there were leftovers for today and some for tomorrow!
Again, super-tired in the afternoon, so lay down and took a 2 hour nap before getting up for hockey.
Hockey was fine. No concussion this week; I think I played pretty solidly, particuarly since it's the team who's the best competition to us - we're the team they lose to, and they're good. We scored, then they did. Then we did, then they did. And then, right on full-time, we got a penalty corner. And scored! That's a 3-2 win, scraping through all the eway.
One of the players who was off the field this week took a video of the last goal and it was very tense! And kind of funny, because I had no idea that we'd run out of game time.
A penalty corner in (field) hockey is when a defender commits a penalty in the D - the half-circle drawn about 10m out from the goal box. All but five of the defending team have to go back to the halfway line in the middle of the field - usually a goalie and four defenders. The attacking team set up around the outside of the D in whatever configuration they want, and someone goes to the backline with the ball to 'inject' it into the field. The ball needs to go through the D and outside it, and then can be played back into the D with the aim of scoring a goal.
It's one of those moments where the field goes still.
I'm usually the injector into the field - it's a certain amount of pressure because you don't want to flub it, but I've got it down to a fine art now, and I barely have to think about it. I mean, it's not perfect because my aim could be better and my pass could be faster, but it's good enough for the amateur comp that we're in.
But I'm used to the silence and the focus and the pressure, so I didn't think anything of it. But apparently it was a Very Tense Moment according to one of the other women. Before I got it up to our centre striker, who smacked it clean into the box. Beautiful. It was her birthday, too!
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This Friday, I'm getting a Mirena put in, and any internal fibroids scraped out. They can't do much about any that are intra-muscular (ie. outside the uterine lining), but the point of the Mirena is to reduce the hormones that are growing my fibroids, and then take stock. It'll be a hospital procedure under anaesthetic, and I'll need someone to get me there and someone to get me home, but I still don't know what time I have to be there. That probably won't be a problem: someone in my circles will come through whatever time it is, it's just easier if I know?
Anyway, I told hockey I'm not playing on Sunday, although if I'm upright and able to walk (I don't see why not, but there might be some crazy bleeding with the fibroids) I'll go and watch/run/organise/coach. :)
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Today was a public holiday in the office location, but not in any of the WFH locations, so we had the option of working or not. I took a half-day to do a thing or two, but otherwise had a nice, fairly relaxing day.
and now it is nearly 10pm and I am going to bed.
Saturday I had church friend's teenaged son coming by to help out in the garden. FIfteen minutes before he was due, his mum texted me to let me know he has a flu and wouldn't be making it. All good (except for him being sick) and we'll reschedule for another time when he can make it.
I pottered around in the garden, trimmed the pomegranate, cut back the (still going) pumpkin. It's less than a month to Solstice!
Also, we're already past 'too cold for comfort' in weather terms around here. Australia has the coldest houses, in part because most of our current lot of houses were built back when fossil fuels were plentiful and cheap and the weather was a lot more middle-of-the-road than it is in these times. Anyway, I'm almost always too cold right now, have the heater on often enough that my sister complains - particularly at night when I want to lie in bed and read and not be under a billion covers. The study is the warmest room in the house in the afternoons and into the evenings, and it's still pretty cold.
Yes, we're very lucky that we can afford the energy bills (although apparently the energy companies are musing about starting to charge people for putting power back into the grid; I wonder if there's a possibility for a local energy exchange, which would allow local energy collection and redemption) but it's not ideal. I'm a summer girl, a reptilian sort who needs to stand in the sun and get her warmth up. I'd rather be sweaty than wear a sweater - I just don't like things around my throat.
I was super-tired after the garden, though, and ended up taking a nap in the afternoon for about 3 hours. Just couldn't seem to keep my eyes awake.
Sunday was a quiet-ish day, but I smoked BBQ Ribs (spicy-sweet pork), made cornbread, baked a sweet potato, and made potato salad. It was a proper 'American' BBQ. And there were leftovers for today and some for tomorrow!
Again, super-tired in the afternoon, so lay down and took a 2 hour nap before getting up for hockey.
Hockey was fine. No concussion this week; I think I played pretty solidly, particuarly since it's the team who's the best competition to us - we're the team they lose to, and they're good. We scored, then they did. Then we did, then they did. And then, right on full-time, we got a penalty corner. And scored! That's a 3-2 win, scraping through all the eway.
One of the players who was off the field this week took a video of the last goal and it was very tense! And kind of funny, because I had no idea that we'd run out of game time.
A penalty corner in (field) hockey is when a defender commits a penalty in the D - the half-circle drawn about 10m out from the goal box. All but five of the defending team have to go back to the halfway line in the middle of the field - usually a goalie and four defenders. The attacking team set up around the outside of the D in whatever configuration they want, and someone goes to the backline with the ball to 'inject' it into the field. The ball needs to go through the D and outside it, and then can be played back into the D with the aim of scoring a goal.
It's one of those moments where the field goes still.
I'm usually the injector into the field - it's a certain amount of pressure because you don't want to flub it, but I've got it down to a fine art now, and I barely have to think about it. I mean, it's not perfect because my aim could be better and my pass could be faster, but it's good enough for the amateur comp that we're in.
But I'm used to the silence and the focus and the pressure, so I didn't think anything of it. But apparently it was a Very Tense Moment according to one of the other women. Before I got it up to our centre striker, who smacked it clean into the box. Beautiful. It was her birthday, too!
--
This Friday, I'm getting a Mirena put in, and any internal fibroids scraped out. They can't do much about any that are intra-muscular (ie. outside the uterine lining), but the point of the Mirena is to reduce the hormones that are growing my fibroids, and then take stock. It'll be a hospital procedure under anaesthetic, and I'll need someone to get me there and someone to get me home, but I still don't know what time I have to be there. That probably won't be a problem: someone in my circles will come through whatever time it is, it's just easier if I know?
Anyway, I told hockey I'm not playing on Sunday, although if I'm upright and able to walk (I don't see why not, but there might be some crazy bleeding with the fibroids) I'll go and watch/run/organise/coach. :)
--
Today was a public holiday in the office location, but not in any of the WFH locations, so we had the option of working or not. I took a half-day to do a thing or two, but otherwise had a nice, fairly relaxing day.
and now it is nearly 10pm and I am going to bed.
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