Typical

So I've just got over 5 days of food poisoning hell and now I've got a cold.
Blurgh.

In other news:

We're expecting 120km/h winds, 10 metres waves and the Pasha Bulker to break up during the night.

I've got to do some study cause I've been really sick and I'm behind. Blurgh.
Today took baby K to Playday due to the rain and she ran around like a mad thing again. Happy happy baby. Other than that chatted to Natasha this morning with baby O dressed up in Myra's handknits, looking gorgeous.

D is well, all is good with the world. Tired of being sick.

Food Poisoning

Is someone out to get me? I've been sick for 4 days with little sign of it letting up. I have no recollection of eating anything remotely dodgy but the doctor reckons it's food poisoning. Certainly Kate is well and happy and shows no sign of whatever I have, and D is as strong as an ox.
It's been nasty nasty nasty.
Blurgh.
Anyways I'm hoping that it lets up soon because to be honest, I'm sick of being sick.
On brighter news, dragged D out of bed today and went to playdays, because it's pouring with rain again here in Sydney. She ran about like a mad thing again and it was totally fun. D said he had a great time and I always love it. Ran into Jon's friends Rita and Alan there and their little girl Alex.
It's great at Playdays, they have soft mats everywhere, balls, cars, swings, slides, bouncing castles, you name it. It's only for under fives, so the little ones are safe from big bullies and there's a cafe too.
Kate has found her apetite at last and has been eating all day. She even ate a sandwich at Playdays, D and I nearly fell off our chairs. Wonders will never cease.

Blurgh

Got a dose of the dreaded lurgy. Out of stomach etc experience. Yeek.
Not really getting any better, despite not going to uni and sleeping all yesterday afternoon.
I suspect it will run its course. I'm losing weight, it's amazing how many liquids can come out of a human body.
D and K seem to be fine, although K is sleeping now, which is her second sleep for today, most unusual.
Other news, all of the students are panicking about their assignments, but some are coming along nicely. We'll see the usual range of good versus bad students.
I'm hoping to go in to Uni tomorrow to catch up with Andy. Otherwise I'm just going to have to keep on keeping on.
I wish I was getting better. :-(

Glamourous Night Attire

So, it's getting colder. Djamel suggested the other day that I should buy some pyjamas for bed, so I went off for the second trip, after my aborted one the other day, to commit to the crime.

Kate also needed to get out of the house, after two days of being cooped up due to the torrential rain. (They found the bodies of that family yesterday. Very very sad).
So off to Myer to try on some jarmies. The realisation after trying on the third pair was that the reason I always buy glamourous nighties is because I absolutely suck in pyjamas. I look less than dreadful. Or more dreadful than dreadful.
Or alternatively it was a reaction to those changeroom mirrors that highlight all the bumps in the wrong places. Someone has to tell that shop that investing in decent lighting will increase sales. Sheesh.
So I ran howling out of Myers. Well I didn't, but I feel I should have. What they had on sale there was old fashioned and frumpy - or not designed for the "more mature figure" - whatever it didn't work for me.
Then saved! A keen sales assistant at Bras and Things sorted me out with two very slinky numbers. I went in there and said "I want something for bed that doesn't look disgusting," and she went straight for the numbers that worked. Good on her.
So I came home and showed D. He liked em but said I didn't need to be fussy for bed.
(Oh yes I do).

Then of course I tried on my old glamourous nighties, to discover that they do fit, after all. There's something about how a woman feels after giving birth. I feel like an elephant at the moment, but really I'm not too different in shape than before. What with being poked and prodded and having every conceivable oriface violated, then afterwards with breastfeeding, sometimes you feel that your body belongs to everyone else. You're just the tiny little soul that rests within this fleshy cage - there's no "personal" or "private" or "modesty" any more.

Wild weather

Today in Sydney there was a bit of wild weather, and it's due to continue for the next day or so. Trees uprooted, ships run aground. Where we are there's only been a little wind and some pelting rain. But at work today two whole glass doors to a building were being replaced when I arrived.
There's something like 11 people missing due to their vehicles being worse for the wear with torrents of water. Unfortunately some of the missing are a family of five, which is worse than tragic.
Kate has been wearing her new coat and hat, which are extremely gorgeous. I've taken some pics which I must upload to my flickr account.
Anyways, news. Worked this morning, my usual Friday bludge. Kate was sleeping when he picked me up from work and we dropped him off. I put her in her bed straight from the car and when she woke up, no D, just me. She was not amused and wanted to know where her daddy was. By screaming. So I suggested we go shopping. So we piled into the car to go out - I wanted to buy some stuff but it was mostly to distract bubby.
D had to work today and rang me around 3 to get the car. I'd just pulled into Chatswood, so he saved me from a fate worse than wasting money.
We had a lovely swordfish dinner, and D went back to work. He's preferring to cook at home rather than eat pasta or pizza at his work. He says he's sick of the food there, never any meat, only flour based stuff.
I'm trying to work out what I'll be teaching next semester. It's all a bit of a mystery at the moment.

Study

Spent today at Uni, doing the study thing. The alarming thing is that I only really got a page edited, but to do that it required about 4 papers read. Tsk.
I must get more done, it's ridiculous.
I actually really enjoyed being there, considering I've had trouble getting in lately.
I'm also trying to lose weight cause I'm ballooning at the moment, probably due to cutting back on breastfeeding. I reckon we'll be a bottle-fed bubby in about a week.
She's 18 months old now, certainly old enough to cope on the bottle.
(Most mothers would have weaned by now, but I'm an old softie.)
Not much more to report really, just keeping on keeping on.