Vet, doc, park, art

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Cally
Took Cally back to get her stitches out today. She was unimpressed with the procedure but didn't struggle much or even howl. She's clearly a bit sore and shaken, and later had a nervous chuck, but she was very keen on dinner and I'm sure will settle soon.

Blood everywhere
Managed to convince the authorities to release my latest blood test results. The news is mixed. On the bright side, my bad cholesterol has gone down and my good cholesterol has gone up, so yay for my behaviour! Some of the iron measures are closer to normal, but the liver is worse. I still have much the same pattern of abnormalities that mystified my GP months ago. You see, I never drink... wine.

I may actually get to see a specialist whilst feeling bad and having tests to prove that something is indeed awry. I get to avoid this conversation:

Specialist: "And why are you here today?"
Me: "Six months ago I felt really bad, but my blood tests were all normal. And now I feel OK."
Specialist: "Excellent. Bye! Leave your first born child (or favourite pet) at reception on your way out."

This time I get to say "I feel like hell and look at these numbers." Priceless. Yet, also very expensive.

The art of parking
Husband took us into Northbridge to see some art at PICA. I was there for the squiggly alien glass and waxworks by Benjamin Armstrong, otherwise delightfully and ambiguously entitled Hold Everything Dear. I had also been asked to check out another artist's video installation. Not only did I find it, but she was there giving a talk. This meant that her video wasn't running (or maybe it was? Who can tell?), and the acoustics made her incomprehensible.

We nearly didn't get there for there was no parking to be had and after a while I offered the opinion that we could retreat without dishonour. Nonsense, said Husband with steely-eyed determination, we're here now. It took a few laps of Northbridge to find an unfilled parking station, and then we became trapped in a gridlock when the entry gate and token system broke. As we waited Husband uttered the dreaded words: "It's an adventure." We got in; eventually we got out.

In the meantime we both liked the squiggly things in the gallery that we'd come to see; we were similarly disinterested in the home-snapshot-reality photography and videos. We almost always enjoy trips to galleries and have similar preferences. Similar, but by no means identical, and we've learned to split and reform at intervals to maintain our individual pacing rates. It's quite an art, looking at art in company.

Bonus Newsbite
My London-based cousin--whose Brisbane wedding I attended last year on the Tiger Tour--is expecting offspring in December. I shall become a second cousin again. No immediate signs of becoming a great aunt, but the eldest candidate is 29 (and the youngest 5) so there's opportunity yet for greatness.

Bonus Opinion
I fear Star Trek: The Original Series Season Three may suck the big one. So sad, but we shall persevere :-(