So, next Tuesday I'm having my thyroid surgery. All the staff seem really capable and respectful, so I'm feeling as good as possible, under the circumstances - the circumstances are a giant DO NOT WANT.
Then, this morning, we were at the supermarket in Colac, doing two weeks' worth of shopping, and I got a call from the bank to ask if I bought a $1500 airline ticket at 3:45am this morning. No, no I did not. Surprise! My credit card number has been stolen! Now it's cancelled, and I have to dispute the charge. I am extremely cranky.
Shortly after that, we were driving home from Colac (about 45 minutes), along the road where a tourist bus crashed and killed a poor international tourist. The road is not great at the best of time, and after the rain and flooding of the last week, it's full of giant potholes. We hit one and bang went the tyre.
After that, our day improved. We had phone reception (something of a fluke along that road) so we could call the RACV and sit and watch the cows until the mechanic arrived, 30 minutes later. Since we were 20 minutes out of Colac, this is pretty awesome service, and the mechanic was very helpful. The tyre and rim were damaged but the axle was fine. I'm also pretty thrilled that we paid the extra money to get a real spare tyre and not one of those crappy plastic ones - I wouldn't have wanted to drive all the way back on a fake tyre.
We got back home and took the damaged tyre to the garage.
"Oh, it's the fourth one today," said the mechanic, "The third one on that road. And the rim's completely buggered. The tyre's probably completely buggered, but I'll check it out."
So, a new, non-buggered tyre is on the way, the road is probably buggering up more tyres as we speak, and I'm very glad to be home where I can go back to stressing about surgery in peace.
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st_aurafina, but I held her bag while she took them!)
Then, this morning, we were at the supermarket in Colac, doing two weeks' worth of shopping, and I got a call from the bank to ask if I bought a $1500 airline ticket at 3:45am this morning. No, no I did not. Surprise! My credit card number has been stolen! Now it's cancelled, and I have to dispute the charge. I am extremely cranky.
Shortly after that, we were driving home from Colac (about 45 minutes), along the road where a tourist bus crashed and killed a poor international tourist. The road is not great at the best of time, and after the rain and flooding of the last week, it's full of giant potholes. We hit one and bang went the tyre.
After that, our day improved. We had phone reception (something of a fluke along that road) so we could call the RACV and sit and watch the cows until the mechanic arrived, 30 minutes later. Since we were 20 minutes out of Colac, this is pretty awesome service, and the mechanic was very helpful. The tyre and rim were damaged but the axle was fine. I'm also pretty thrilled that we paid the extra money to get a real spare tyre and not one of those crappy plastic ones - I wouldn't have wanted to drive all the way back on a fake tyre.
We got back home and took the damaged tyre to the garage.
"Oh, it's the fourth one today," said the mechanic, "The third one on that road. And the rim's completely buggered. The tyre's probably completely buggered, but I'll check it out."
So, a new, non-buggered tyre is on the way, the road is probably buggering up more tyres as we speak, and I'm very glad to be home where I can go back to stressing about surgery in peace.
(photos by
st_aurafina, but I held her bag while she took them!)
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*hugses*
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*HUGSES*
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I think you both need lots of cuddles, treats, and peaceful time after all that.
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But at least you got pictures!
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