in my ears
Often these days I find myself saying “I need to widdle out my piddle” when I’m need to wee.
But then I think sometimes I say “I need to piddle out my widdle”.
Both phrases have the same meaning but do they really?
Maybe it’s a gender thing, men widdle out their piddle and women piddle out their widdle.
Oh its all so confusing, and oh so so important.
What are your thoughts on this global issue?
While Hannah is busy jumping on the trampoline i decided to clean my room up a bit and throw out a lot of crap.
In the process of removing stuffs from my floor i stumbled across the engagement pressie that b gave me and jenny.
So decided to celebrate me cleaning my room by cracking open the first bottle of this strange cola.
Its really good, and before you take a step back and start accusing me of disrespecting the king of cola coke, this is a very different beverage. It tastes exactly like a cola sunnyboy, i havent had a sunnyboy since i was in primary school. And how i loved a frozen cola sunnyboy. well this drink tastes the same!
I spent this evening hanging out with tom. Whcih was nice we dont see that much of each other these days. we went to woolies and bought frozen meals and coke and grabbed a dvd on the way home.
I got myself pizza pockets and on reading the packet discovered that i needed to place the pockets on paper towel, but alas there was no paper towel in our kitchen.
tom went and got me some toilet paper.
after cooking my pizza pockets in the microwave i removed them and noriced that my pizza pocets smelt the same as the scented toilet paper.
mmm yum, they still tasted fine.
Today was the first of my two tests to see what the hell is wrong with my bladder / kidneys.
Today was the IVP which was at Concord hospital and took about an hour. It was really quite a breeze. I just laid on a table for an hour while an x-ray machine took lots of photos.
The x-ray lady was crazy she was always singing and seemed to be plotting many pranks against her collegues.
After a few x-rays she called in a nurse to put in of those things into my arm, not a needle but like a little plastic thing that the needle will eventually plug in to. Anyway the nurse was crazy, she was very rushed and managed to make me bleed quite a lot. So much so that they had to get me a new blanket casue she had got so much blood on my original blanket. All just from trying to jab a little plastic thing into my arm.
Eventually a doctor came and then injected some clear stuff into the thign in my arm.
Then more x-rays, a wee then some more x-rays and that was that.
The clear stuff they injected was some kind of dye that is picked up on x-rays all a bit fun.
But no pain and best of all I was able to stay in my boxers and shirt, no nudie for hoiwe.
The next test it a nudie one. grrrrr
Every year for the past 4 years one of my highlights of traveling out to uluru is this petrol station in the middle of nowhere.
