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I’m puzzled. I don’t know whether I was helped or taken for a ride! Went to the chemist to get a prescription filled for some cortisone cream for my face. Now for those of you lucky enough to be rashless no matter how stressed you get, you may not know this, but cortisone is bad. It thins your skin, and the more you use it, the less effective it becomes…then when you stop you get v.bad withdrawral. Basically, it sucks. I know this, and I don’t care. I use 1% cream on my face (fairly weak) and that’s what I was going to buy more of. The guy at the chemist (he may have been Austrian, he had a very strong accent) had other ideas.

He didn’t even fill my prescription!! Instead he led me from product to product, told me that the top I was wearing didn’t let my skin breathe, told me to only wear cotton, instructed me to not drink, smoke or stress, to dog fish oil supplement
drink lots of water and eat organic. But he said all this in a nice, concerned way, so I wasn’t horrified, I was merely gobsmacked and let myself be led around the shop. I hesitate to say I was meek, but I was close. I ended up with MediHoney Cream, other stuff that smells like fresh road tar, antihistamine no-itch tablets, scary cod-liver/zinc/vitamin-cloaked-in-cherry-flavour syrup (if you haven’t experienced cod-liver-cloaked-by-cherry I have to tell you that it’s not completely successful…think cherry flavoured tuna? Yike.) Um, oh, as a special concession for really bad days he let me get .5% cortisone cream – but you can buy it straight off the shelf, so how much clout can it have?!

This all came to $35 – and as my evil prescription probably would have been about $10 less I wasn’t too unhappy. He encouraged me to come back in two weeks to see him and show him how I was going. It kind of made me feel nice, because I’m just used to going to doctors who take one look at me and throw the aforementioned prescription at me. I did go to a specialist once when the rash mutated after a three day canoe trip…he did the same thing.

The Friday Five 001

1. How many houses/apartments have you lived in throughout your life?


2. Which was your favorite and why?

My favourite? I have two. One was the nupro dog supplements
house in North Caulfield because I had two little rooms of my own and everyone else had one big one. And it had a killer verandah. The other was the flat I shared in Windsor because it used to be one big old house and our flat was on the second floor.

3. Do you find moving house more exciting or stressful? Why?

Both. Because moving somewhere new is always exciting, but finding how much crap you’ve accumulated is stressful…so is throwing it out.

4. What’s more important, location or price?

Part of me says both. But my evil twin says location, location, location!!

5. What features does your dream house have (pool, spa bath, big yard, etc.)?

A second storey, a verandah that faces north, a vegetable garden and lots of big windows with views to the sea.

Trailer Trash

Yesterday I did some serious grunt work on what will eventually be a garden.

you can't see how truly dirty my back it, but you get the idea....

Comfortably Numb

OK, I’m in Queensland, and it’s cold. The last few days have been truly beautiful, but last night I froze my butt off. So if I’m turning blue in Hervey Bay, no wonder things are getting dicey for missjenjen down in country Victoria. When I lived in South Gippsland the ice on the grass would crackle as we walked to the gate in the morning to wait for the school bus. I spent last night fixing M’s computer, the problem turned out to be a dodgy stick of RAM. When I went to bed (a considerable time after M) I had Melbourne flashbacks; my feet were so cold I couldn’t sleep. Tonight I am getting the doona out of retirement – cotton blankets only cut it so far.

On other wildly exciting topics, today I spent over $50 buying two pairs of gumboots, for a couple of reasons: one – I need to keep the person that has supplied me with half a mudcrab for the past four nights relatively happy (and computer fixing only gets me so far); two – I need to keep the person that has supplied me with half a mudcrab for the past four nights from feeling lonely while playing hunter gatherer (and I need to excercise my slowly widening butt, what better way than walking through mud hunting down my dinner?)

The wonder of the mudcrab. Never again will I be able to look at a crabstick in quite the same way.
I promise this is the last crab pic for a while….

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