Evil Oddie

Righto.  So we’re getting married in the Sunshine Coast hinterland in September.  Yes, it’s a very busy time of the year for weddings, but I am a planner.  I started planning this shin dig as soon as I possibly could.

I initially found a florist that was really helpful and we talked via the phone / email and she even made an appoint to come to my home to discuss flowers.  After thinking that I pretty much had the flowers done and dusted, she sent me an email and text stating that she’s just googled where we’re getting married and has decided that she wouldn’t be delivering the flowers on the day.  If I wanted her to do the flowers I’d have to get someone to pick them up.  GRRRRRRR!

So the last item that I have yet to finalise is the flowers.  I had a meeting with a florist at Coolum last week.  The meeting was great and she was lovely.  However, the quote was late (they said I’d have it by Tuesday, I contacted them on Wednesday and got the quote on Thursday).  I read through the quote and one item that I really want incorporated is flax. 

Seeing Glen’s a kiwi, I thought it would be great to incorporate something significant from the island of the long white cloud.

I’ve email the florist back to see what the go is with the flax.  Seeing the florist is a kiwi, I thought that she understood my excitement when she said she could incorporate flax.   Maybe it was just something that was ommitted in the quote or it has been described in another way – eg… foliage…

I think that this is a glaring issue in the creative fields, they don’t have the administration fine details that an office would implement…  I’m seeing a niche market for  my anal retentiveness!!

I really have to put reminders somewhere so I can get on here more often.  A lot has happened in the past 6 months (yes it really has been that long).

So officially, I am a jobless bum and have  been since the end of May.  My story starts a couple of years ago, when my Dad had a heart attack and was flown to Brisbane by the Royal Flying Doctors.  Dad ended up needing 5 heart bypass grafts and was in the Wesley Hospital for quite a while.  In the months and check ups following the surgery, a specialist found some weird things on Dad’s lungs.  It turned out to be Asbestosis.

While Glen and I went to New Zealand for his sister’s 40th (and ended up being a surprise wedding), Dad went into hospital again.  When we got back, Dad called me to give me the bad news.  The asbestosis has developed into Mesothelioma.

Here is Wikipedia’s explanation: Mesothelioma, more precisely malignant mesothelioma, is a rare form of cancer that develops from the protective lining that covers many of the body’s internal organs, the mesothelium. It is usually caused by exposure to asbestos.

Of course, this was quite upsetting and I wanted to see Dad while he was still “good”.  So after much umming and ahhing, I’m now unemployed and I’m at my parents home at the moment spending time with the old man.

I have to say that Dad is tired a lot of the time and his pain varies at certain times of the day.  I don’t think that he has actually been pain free any of the time I’ve been here.

His next specialist appointment is on Thursday week and we should be getting a better idea of a timeline of how long we’ve got Dad for.   Apparently, no one has lived past the 12 month mark after being diagnosed with Mesothelioma.  Bummer