After Eight days of incarceration in a hospital bed without excersize except for those of visits to the toilet on wobbly legs and one nurse assisted, it is of little wonder I am back to square one with my mobility, Other horror occasios the recent Tuesday and Wednesday nights around 2AM freezing near naked in the toiet waiting for the nurse, those two occsions of misery approx 45 minutes.the first and the next at least 30 mins. This visit was intended to be similar to previous times, for a pump out job on the nether regions wherein excess Urine seeps. The previous occasion - the 4th I was in and out within one day, and all was well, and despite the hospital having all the details; the appointed Doctor whose name I cannot pronounce and brain I cannot believe has this song and dance tune on LP called "tomorrow I want to see you" on the flip side reads-a song, Its called "Paying off The MERC"." Having listened to his last lot of twaddle, I although weakened from...
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I watched in amusement as city folk walked the streets of Sydney with their fragile little respiratory systems sheilded with face masks.
Surely a little Dubbo NSW dust is a lot less harmful than the polluted air you fella's suck in every day.
Wednesdays dust storm is a regular occurrence in the country.
It was torment to watch Sydney's CBD being hosed down, windows of high rise buildings receiving a tender sponge bath and dust covered vehiles lining up to be pampered with the one thing we don't have here - Water.
Imagine how our farmers would kill for the water Sydney wasted washing streets and cars.
Hopefully Wednesdays dusting will remind out city cousins that we are doing it tough out here.
Remember who put your Wheat in Weet-Bix and the beautiful racks of lamb that are served up in metropolitan eateries.
How about you using this as a reality check.
There's life over them there hills - and it's tough.
Jane Keenan. Central West.