So many things…..

There are so many things I am feeling compelled to write about right now, the problem is, where do I start?

Tonight, on Australia’s ABC, 2 programs talked about the recent conviction of an Australian Cardinal of the Catholic Church for molesting children. The first was 4 Corners, who had had this program ready to go, but couldn’t air it due to a court suppression order, until tonight. To put it bluntly, the program was a damning indictment of the Cardinal, who by all accounts, is an evil monster. The program talked about the actual case he was found guilty of, but also other cases in waiting. Not only did he, as then Archbishop, molest the 2 Choir Boys in St Patrick’s Cathedral in Melbourne in the 1990’s, for which he has been convicted, but he also molested boys in the Ballarat Swimming pool way back in the 70’s, and there is evidence of other cases against him as well. This is the man that was in charge of overseeing the redress of clergy sexual abuse victims. No wonder that system didn’t work, that whole exercise was just to protect himself. This man was 3rd in line to be Pope.

I have known several victims of monsters like this one. It destroys them.

Both myself and my mother watched this program, during which, I said, that if anyone ever did this to my son, I would kill them. I mean it. I am not a violent person, I abhor violence, but this……this, it would tip me over the edge. Monsters like that don’t deserve sympathy. They deserve great suffering. I only hope that a Prison Guard “accidentally” leaves his cell open so that prison justice prevails. In Australian prisons, anyone who harms children is dealt prison justice. Most don’t walk out of jail ever again.

This brings me to another topic, funnily related but not. This evil monster was convicted in December, but due to other cases against him, it wasn’t able to be reported on in Australia. During the sentencing hearing, his legal team presented character references, glowing ones, from people who were already aware of his conviction, but were still willing to espouse his good character, and put their names to it. The most prominent being former Conservative Australian Prime Ministers, John Howard and Tony Abbott. Also were Ultra right wing political commentators employed by the former Australian, now American media tycoon, who see’s it as his duty to manipulate elections in countries all over the world. These people are standing side by side with a convicted paedophile.

It seems like a very damaging tactic, for a political party heading to a Federal election, to be defiantly standing by a convicted paedophile. Not only were 2 of it’s former leaders willing to support, full knowing he was convicted, a convicted paedophile, but numerous other politicians from the same party decided they too would stand by the convicted paedophile. You know, they all say” the person we know is not like this”. Most people who commit callous and abhorrent crimes have the same said about them, but it doesn’t make them any less guilty.

Currently, we have an Australian Federal Government, run by the Liberal Party of Australia, and, at this point I must tell those from other countries, they are commonly called the Lieberal Party, for good reason, because they aren’t liberal, they are conservative, and ultra right wing, bordering on fascists at that. So Mr Howard, and Mr Abbott, who was going to be a priest himself, are former leaders of this party. Their party is falling apart, they constantly lie to the public, and they do it so blatantly now, even when the truth is shown to them, they still stick by their lies. They claim Australia has low unemployment, but even a person who only gets 1 hour a week work is considered fully employed by this government. Underemployment, meaning employment that doesn’t give people an income enough to survive on, is at record highs. If people aren’t able to survive on the income they make, then the country is in a dire situation. They also keep propping up financial figures, claiming that the economy is going well, when everything is closing around them.¬† They are masters of creative accounting. It’s usually called fraud.

The reality is, this government is trying to cover up that our country is in recession, and has been for quite some time, probably about 2 years now.

They also are climate change deniers, even as our country experiences catastrophic floods and bushfires, and such unprecedented drought and extreme weather systems that have caused havoc across the country in recent months, they espouse the invalid greatness of coal, of digging it up and burning it. They are doing nothing about global warming. They claim, on “seasonally adjusted figures”, that they have lowered Australia’s CO2 emissions, but those figures aren’t real. They claim that over the entire length of their term in office, 6 years nearly, that CO2 emissions in Australia have fallen, based on a very slight fall, about 0.9%, in the last 3 months, “seasonally adjusted”. For the rest of the 6 years, emissions have risen. The net emissions have gone up by something like 3% since they have been in office. Before that, under the previous Labor government, they had fallen.

This government is also immensely corrupt. Free travel from corporate mates results in government contracts for travel being issued to their mates company. Water being diverted away from a dying river, which is dying because the water is being diverted to political donors who own cotton farms. Contracts worth hundreds of millions of dollars being given in secret, to provide services to the internationally illegal detention centres our country shamefully locks refugees up in, to companies whose only address is a wooden shack on a remote island off the Australian Coast with no postal address. Then there are the criminals, awaiting deportation, criminals who have run drug cartels and been convicted, paying bribes to “someone” in the Border Security Ministers home town, and suddenly being allowed back into Australian society, with all deportation orders cancelled. There are many, many other publicly available examples of the corruption that is rampant in this Liberal Party Government that Australia is currently subject to.

I hope, for the sake of our country’s future, that there are enough voters smart enough to see through the lies, and vote this mob out, in May 2019. I then hope, that if the Opposition Party gets elected, they stand by their promise, to set up an independent crime and corruption commission, and that these criminals, who currently “run” our country, end up in prison, because that is where they belong, along with their paedophile mate.



Made it to the end of the week.

Sometimes, well, most of the time recently, it’s been something to celebrate, getting through another week. The incredible pain and fatigue have just been constant for what seems an eternity, and I wake up most mornings not knowing how I will get through. I always do, but each day for weeks has been an absolute struggle. I actually amaze myself, knowing that every morning I feel destroyed even before I get out of bed, I go through the day, do everything that is necessary, sometimes a little more, and come out the other end, to do it all the next day. The mind is a powerful thing, you can use it to get through even when things are real bad.

Yesterday Dad decided, after Jack went to school, to have another tantrum, because, that is what it is, a three year old’s tantrum, which has since unsettled both myself and Mum again. He just gets pure enjoyment out of making every body else miserable. It’s got me to the point that any unexpected noise is making me jump out of my skin. It was unexpectedly bad this evening, when our rather loud and uncouth neighbours decided that dropping the ramp on their trailer onto the concrete made a huge, startling noise, and my heart was racing for an hour after. It’s the anxiety part that made that happen, I know what it is, but it still sneaks up. It always sneaks up when the stress caused by an abusive prick ramps up. Anyhow, enough said, he’s an arsehole, and it will never change. Probably why most of the extended family doesn’t like him either. He only has himself to blame by the way he treats people.

This weekend we are going to take it easy again, as Jack’s skin condition is still not right, so we are going to try and get on top of that, and both Mum and I are still exhausted from doing too much and fibromyalgia. At least I am not suffering all on my on at home. We will pop down to our local market, 5 minutes down the road, in the morning, but if anything else beyond that happens, then it will honestly be a miracle.

Talking about miracles, I actually won $21 on the lotto last night, which has been re-invested in next weeks big draw, as well as paying for lunch today, a lovely spicy chicken wrap with a beautiful coffee at a place called Reveille Coffee at Mt Sheridan. It is an absolutely amazing place to get a coffee and something to eat, the food is the best I have had at that sort of place for a very long time.

Anyhow, better sleep, as long as the pain lets me.



It first came out as circicles, whatever that means. Yep, pretty much how I am at the moment.

The moment I have been waiting for, but not wanting, has arrived. Well one of the moments anyhow. The inevitable crash, after months and months of sustained stress, and having to be superhuman somehow to get through, has happened.

I have been so incredibly fatigued every day for about 4 or 5 days now, but that doesn’t mean sleep comes easy. 2 nights ago, I was in constant pain and hardly slept. Amazing seeing that I feel like I am going to fall asleep every few minutes. The pain is unbearable, but I have to bear it, there really isn’t any choice. Imagine the most helpless you have ever felt, add to that a dash of hopelessness, and for good measure somehow keep going with a smile on your face. Pretty much sums it up right now.

I am beginning to run out of projects that I am able to do, there are projects, but they required an amount of physicality I just don’t have in reserve at the moment. And if it requires any sort of complex thought, well, see ya later. Each and every day just blurs into the next, each day in pain, dog tired, and more hopeless.

Weirdly enough, I am still not slumping into depression, somehow I am still managing to see some light in every day. I have had to resort to the walking stick today, something I haven’t had to do for quite a few months. I did say it was bad.

I keep trying not to sleep during the day, but to be honest, I think tomorrow I am probably going to have to sleep most of the day.

Jack had a bit of hayfever last week, I have managed to get him back well again, but a result of it was that he ended up with a bit of a staph infection around his nose and up a nostril. For days I treated it, which isn’t real fun, with a combination of Betadine, and a few other healing creams. It’s all healed wonderfully now, and he is going well again.

He’s been coming into my room a bit at night recently, he’s been having a few nightmares, especially about the violence he witnessed being waged upon me by his Mum. Even after 6 years, the memories come back from time to time. Anyone who says a 2 year old child doesn’t remember or take stuff in, is a fool.

Talking about flashbacks, I’ve had a few of my own in recent days. Maybe it’s just the result of a whacko brain full of fatigue. They haven’t been about my ex, but of random things, like the first day we started driving up here, just random snippets of that first day. I’ve also had a couple of those deja vu moments, which freak me out a bit. I haven’t had one of those for quite a long time, but I’ve had about half a dozen in the past week.

I might leave this for now, I don’t think I can process anything much anymore, let alone write, but that’s where I am at right now. Hope you all are doing better than me.



I am feeling relaxed and calm as I write. The last bit of the house renovations is just about done, the bench tops are all installed in the kitchen, I did it on Saturday, and today I cut the hole out for the cook top to go in, and put it all in place. We just have to wait for the gas fitter to come and connect the pipework to it, and then the Kitchen will be finished. The whole place has been in chaos since the beginning of the year due to tiling and the kitchen renovation, but now we are getting it all back to normal.

I still have the stress of finding a new doctor, it’s something that I will have to throw myself into this week, as I need a doctor who will help me manage this condition, but it needs to be a doctor who will work with me, not against me. Why are doctors so arrogant? They aren’t Gods, although I think a lot of them think they are. Working with your patient will always yield the best result.

Today I have spent a bit of time in the garden, which I really believe is my happy place. I got a lime and mandarin tree in the garden over the weekend, and have given them a good fertilise today with blood and bone, along with all the other food plants. I also ended up mowing the whole place, I was only going to mow the front yard, because I have been feeling wrecked and in pain, but ended up doing the lot. I was a bit of a mess when I finished, feeling a bit faint and also nauseous, but after sitting on the verandah, having a nice long drink straight from the garden hose (remember doing that as a kid? It is still good!!) and my cursed cigarette (something that I am planning on attempting to ditch again this week), I went inside and had some lunch, before I just couldn’t do any more and after a shower, had a sleep for an hour or so before I picked Jack up from school.

While I was sitting on the verandah trying to recover from the mowing, I watched the birds, some species of which I hadn’t seen in the garden before, and a multitude of of different types of butterflies, swoop in and out of the trees doing the most magnificent ballet routine I have ever watched. I also saw different types of skink lizard run around through the rocks and crevices, one type was rather large and had a brilliant red area running down from it’s head to it’s front shoulder. Last night, we even had a lovely little tree frog next to the front door, climbing the wall to get near the light for the bounty of bugs it was attracting. The Geckos are also making their presence known, one just cheerfully chirped just out my bedroom window. There are lots of little baby geckos around right now, and they are awesome little bug eaters, they stop a lot of the insects from making their way into the house, and we have no spider problems around the house itself.

I still have a few more tasks I want to sort out as a matter of urgency, like sorting all my tools out, because I have been the home handyman, I have been constantly doing stuff in the house, and the Granny flat where dad lives, and usually, when I am finished a job, I am too worn out to put the stuff away properly. So it’s all a bit of a mess, but now the big jobs are done, i am going to sort it all. Hopefully tomorrow, if I eel well enough to do it, or, more to the point, if I can push myself through the constant pain and fatigue to do it. I normally do, even though most of the time it is a struggle.

Well I might leave it here for now, I am barely awake, and the pain is pretty high, so I need to lay down, and hopefully, get a bit of sleep.


I need some help finding a doctor….

When you are in my position, you try anything. So here I go, for what it’s worth, can anyone in Cairns recommend a bulk billing doctor who can help me with Fibromyalgia who will prescribe the only thing that has worked so far, opiod based painkillers, without being an arsehole about it ? I have tried other drugs, which they all want to push on you instead of opiods, and they have not worked, they have left me writhing in agony and unable to sleep.

Today I thought I had found that doctor, he even says on his blog that he is an authorised or whatever opiod prescribing doctor, yet when I went there, showed him I had a current course that I have been regularly prescribed for the condition of fibromyalgia, he then comes out all anti opiate based pain relief, and to be honest, he shouldn’t be a doctor for any type of medical condition, he is arrogant, and didn’t even take my blood pressure, even though I am a new patient who has hypertension !!!

I am at a lose end here with this, I have 14 days of Tramadol left, and now am struggling to find a doctor who will actually let me have some semblance of quality of life. I really fucking hate this shit. Yes, I am angry and sweary, which isn’t helping my fibromyalgia at all, but when you are faced with the fact that in 14 days time, you will be in a position where you will be in complete agony, and nobody seems to want to help, you’d be sweary¬† and angry too. I can’t afford to be floored completely by the pain, which will happen, I have a son to look after. I don’t understand why nobody seems to understand how bad this condition is. The agency responsible for disability pension doesn’t. Lot’s of doctors don’t. I really don’t know where to turn here. This is becoming a very real problem. Does anyone care ??

I just don’t know what to do. I guess I will end up at the emergency department of the local hospital in 2 weeks time, then what………..


I haven’t been bombarding the airwaves for the past couple of days, it’s been a bit of a whirlwind of days. Last week ended as it does, on a Friday, hahahaha, yes I know I’m funny, well dad joke style, and then on Saturday we had a day off. Well, sort of.

I managed to sleep in a bit, although 8 to 8.30 am is about the best I can do these days, even though I still wake like a zombie, and feeling like I need 3 years sleep. It’s just the way it is all the time now. We had breakfast, Jack actually made himself an omelette all by himself, with a little guidance from Mum, and he was really chuffed. I had a bowl of my usual cereal, one of those full of grain things with dried cranberries and tropical fruits. I don’t always eat breakfast now, like I never did before, but because I was trying to set an example for Jack, I started again for a while. I just don’t seem to feel like eating until around 10am, and if I don’t eat until then, I lose weight.

After breakfast, we headed down to Babinda Boulders, a really neat swimming hole, on Babinda Creek, a few kilometres from the little town of Babinda. I had been there before, and funnily enough, so had Jack, although in his mothers womb at the time, it was one of the places we went when she was suffering from the pregnancy. The swimming hole is at the joining of Babinda Creek with a small side branch waterway, and the water is mountain cold, and crystal clear. It is surrounded by rainforest, the bed of the waterhole being course sand and smooth rocks with no silt, so really nice on the feet. Green Birdwing and Ulysses Blue Butterflies float around without a care in the world. Mum came too, and she has fallen in love with the place as much as I have been, since the first time I went there over 9 years ago.

After about an hour of just floating around in the beautioful cool water, we got out and changed, and then went back into Babinda for a little walk around to see what was about, before we headed up to Belenden Ker Cafe, a non-descript little cafe in a 2 storey house next to the highway. We had heard about the amazing pies they make, so after finally finding it (it just has a sandwich board sign out the front advertising coffee and cake, with no other signage to even indicate it is even a business), we stopped in for lunch. All the talk about the pies was spot on. They were the best I have had for years.

After that, we took a drive down a side road, to Behana Gorge, just to see where the road went. It is not far from home, so it will certainly be another adventure soon. Apparently there is a waterfall there, although you need to walk to it. Then, we decided that going home was not an option just yet, so we headed out to Yarrabah, Mum hadn’t been out there yet, and took in the wonderful paradise once again that is this beautiful Aboriginal Community. After that, we were thoroughly tired, so a slap together meal was all we could manage to make and eat, before drifting off to sleep.

Sunday, we were out again, this time earlier, as we had heard about another fruit and vege market that is in Cairns city, Rusty’s Market. We hadn’t been in before, but after our Sunday morning visit, we have unanimously decided it will be where any fruit and veges we need will come from. It is open every Friday, Saturday and Sunday, which is great as we need to buy fruit and veges weekly. As our vege garden gets into production, we won’t need so much from the shops, but we will not be growing everything, we just don’t have the space, so we will still need to go there.

The rest of Sunday was a blur, even though it was only yesterday, I can’t remember much else we did, I was suffering pretty badly with fibromyalgia, so that is probably why I don’t remember. Getting to sleep was an ordeal last night too.

Today my body has been a rollercoaster ride, Jack has been back to school, and I just pushed on, mulching the vege plants, doing a bit of weeding, some cleaning, fixing some of Mums furniture that got broken by the removalists, and what ever else happened. Yes, today was bit like yesterday as well.

I started this post with the title, weirdness, and this is the part where I explain it. With everything that’s been happening, and the fact that since just after Christmas the main living areas of the house have been some form of construction zone, I have not felt settled.

Right now, we don’t have a functional kitchen, it’s nearly there, but we are having to use the laundry tub as our kitchen sink, and the BBQ, which fortunately has a gas ring burner as well, is our stove and everything else. The great big 8 seater table I made years ago is inside, currently being used as our kitchen bench. It really is too big to use as a kitchen table inside, that is why, up until the kitchen benches were removed last week, it was outside. It will go back out there once the bench tops are ready to pick up and I’ve installed them. Thankfully all the tiling is now finished and we have our house a little more normal. But it’s not quite there yet.

When I came up the street on Saturday after our day out, and saw the house, I had this sudden feeling that I wasn’t coming home just yet. It doesn’t quite feel like home. I am not sure what it is, I put it down to the fact that things haven’t settled down yet because of the renovations, but yeah, I don’t know, it’s just not quite home yet. How long does it take for a new place to feel like home?

I spoke to Mum about it today, and she agreed, she feels the same way. That is just how things go. As we make more of our own mark on the place, as the gardens get fuller, and everything settles down, it will feel more like home. I get these feelings sometimes, at absolutely random moments in time, that I almost have to pinch myself that we are actually living here now. Only last Friday, when I was stopped at the traffic lights on the way to pick up Jack from school, this wave of disbelief that we are really here rolled over me. It’s just so random when it happens, but so unreal. I guess once life returns to normal routine again, it will be alright.

Thursday, I will be seeing a new doctor, for the first time here. I am getting low on medications I need to stay mainly okay, and don’t want to run out. I have been procrastinating over it, but now with only about 8 days worth of Tramadol left, I really need to just get on with it. I really hope the new doctor is as good as my old one. I will find out on Thursday I guess.

Anyhow, I should get myself off to bed, I need sleep as always, and I have to be up early for the usual school day stuff. Goodnight.


Ticking along.

Somehow or another, I have managed to get through another day. Yippee for me !!! I know, I know, wow wee, but when you are battling against your own body, or is that your body is battling against you, every single day, getting to the end of the day, having achieved anything at all other than getting up, and going back to sleep, is a big deal.

Talking about achievements, today I have managed to sort a few more things out, although I haven’t been able to spend much more than 5 minutes on a job before I’ve had to rest again for a bit, but I planted all the tomato seedlings we got on the weekend, finally hung the 2 hanging baskets with the Cucumelons in them, and, I have managed to fix the teeny little rust spots in the roof of my car where stone chips had started to become something else.

I used to be a car detailer for quite a few years, and learnt about fixing paintwork at an automotive refinishers as part of my qualifications (yes, car detailing is technical if you do it right). Even though I have the skills, and have also had the materials to do these little fix it jobs on my own car for at least 12 months, it’s either been my body against me, too many other things going on in life, or the weather hasn’t been conducive to doing car paintwork repairs. Now I live in a better climate, and life is starting to settle down a bit, I decided to push back against my recalcitrant body, and get on with it. The little chips had started to spider out from the original chips with little lines of rust forming under the paintwork, and the recent heavy rain had accelerated it a little bit, so it went from being a get to soon job, to a little more urgent. I also have a set of roof racks coming for my car, I bought them on Ebay, so I wanted to get it sorted before I fit them, otherwise the job would be harder with them in the way.

Right now, I have probably 2 more coats of paint to go on to them, and a little bit of cutting and polishing, and then it will not even look as though I have had to do anything. The paint is so well colour matched that it will not be noticeable in the slightest. I am so happy that I still have the skills, and am able to actually do it. There is a lot of other stone chips to fix, and a few small scratches as well, ( The roads in Victoria, Australia are not good for car paintwork, actually, they aren’t real good for any part of a car !!), but none were as urgent as the roof, and for now, they are only stone chips, they haven’t progressed into the more problematic rust as yet.

Apart from those tasks, I have also managed to do my washing, and changed the bed linen, which I am probably a bit anal about, I have to do it every Wednesday. Luckily, Jack is now old enough to help me strip and make the beds, so it’s not as big a task as it was even 6 months ago.

Well, for now, that is the little update, I am not great, but trying to get on with life, what else can I do ?