Nuking Me Self

Today is the 4th Australia Day I didn't spend in Melbourne. I miss going to the parks. I miss seeing all of the happy people. I miss the government house across the road from my old home. I miss oven roasted lamb cutlets with Mongolian sauce. I definitely miss roasted vegetables with shavings of Parmesan. I also miss the fireworks from the balconies.

I was told on Saturday afternoon that we were invited to dine at a beach resort with the family of a few siblings I tutor after school. I didn't want to go because my weekends are precious to me and I definitely didn't want to spend it with people that I do not gel with. It was not a choice and I dragged my arse there. The food wasn't that great and the company was downright boring. This was the second time the family had invited us and this time the patriarch didn't appear. He was apparently having a business meeting with someone important inside the resort somewhere. I wouldn't give away too much about this family but I am wary of them. Like a lot of things in KK, I just do my job (tutoring those kids) and avoid getting to involved. I need to protect myself.  

After the dinner, I spent the night tossing around. When I got up on Sunday, I felt somewhat yucky but I thought that it had something to do with being the last day of my weekend. By around midnight, I felt bloated and still fell asleep due to exhaustion. An hour or so after midnight, the diarrhoea began. It was the explosive type. Needless to say, I didn't sleep much afterwards. Although it is Australia Day today, I didn't pull a sickie to celebrate it. My case of gastro sealed my right for a day off and my chance to meet a wonderful female GP.

Something spooked me last week and I had wanted to visit a female GP. With the gastro, I finally got to see Dr Cecilia Chong. The Kindergarten recommended her ages ago but I had always gone to our family GP instead. I am glad that I went to her today. She turned out to be pleasant. She is not a local graduate. She knows how to talk to a patient like we are equals. That is very important to me. I was foretold by a teacher that she is very thorough and she was.  She spoke to me in Mandarin at first but I switched over to English for comfort. So, if you are looking for an English speaking doctor without the usual scoldings, google Dr Cecilia Chong. I will return for another appointment after this case of gastro and this bout of cold. I hope that I have finally found my own local GP

It is technically not a day off. Now that I am up from my nap, I have to work on something that my erratic assistant didn't complete. The b*tch was asked sometime ago to key in information in a government website and with two days left till due date, I was left with the entire load. That is on top of the 3 reports  and this week's lesson plans I have to write. Could someone please tell me why I am still working at this awful place? Yeah, I was a meanie according to The X but do I deserve to be going through all this?