Not sure where to start.
Lets begin with cancer stuff. My voice took a turn for the worse after my big female cabinet night. Thought it was overwork, you try talking over that many ladies! Went to ENT man today rang at 9, in at 4.10 amazing. He stuck the elephant nose tool down my nose through felt it wiggle as far down as my bum, and bottom line is not a big drama maybe like the ladies a bit of silicone and botox shift. Theory is voice and letters come from lungs, vocal chords and mouth, I have 1 in 3 in top form, concentrate on slowing up, not talking as much and pronouncing like an English person. Fantastic outcome as I though back to hospital for a tune. Love that ENY man.
Documentary, interviewed Jeff Kennett ex premier today. Huge supporter of DWD and what a fantastic hour or so. Felt like talking to an old friend. Big learning was he challenged me on the key elevator message re change of law as everyone needs to understand, and it has to be simple. It is a big learning as I struggled to give him a best in class response and if I can’t no one can. Work there for me and political crew.
Derryn Hinch dropped by Monday and we interviewed each other as 2 people who have faced a terminal diagnosis. He is now in a better place. But this guy had just returned from 2 weeks in NZ on hols and had taken a heli mountain bike ride where he fell off. 2 cracked vertebrae and a cracked rib and he rolls in to talk with me. Drives a big ol caddy amazing and cool.This is a very special person. We had a great talk and things in the works as he wants the law changed as much as me……..
Been mucking round with a secret TV thing. No more comment on that. It went seriously off the rails but today a 2 hour session sorted it all and again exciting times ahead.
Picking up on the rock song, Dr Rodney Syme sent me a poem on dying with choice. I sent it to Roy my music star and he put it to song. Rodney came over tonight with Marilyn my PR lady from QLD, and I played it to them and we shared a special red, those who know me can guess starts with G ends with E. I swear I saw a small tear in Rodney’s eye when he heard the song written as a poem by him 4 years ago. Again plans in place to take it and Roy Global
Mitchell got his last exam results. He PASSED with a Distinction so now Feb 1 he begins a career in FMCG as a graduate recruit in Store Development, proud dad and just so so happy.
Not sure what chemistry is happening in my body and brain but I am in a seriously great place, maybe a bit of morphine, 5 ml of valium before I subjected my self the the ENT probe, 2 G….e and 3 charadies alters perspective.
Have just watered our veggies, marvelled at the tomatoes one answered back and now better sign off as clearly this is a bit of a non standard blog.
Hope PM has a read and says , oh he can’t be that bad, tomatoes talk to him to!
Last bit is I am reappraising my Physical Health measure. I think it is where it is at 5 I am a whinger. So recalibrating to 8 as a base line and we go from there
Also had 2 old friends drop in out of the blue his morning, one a brilliant potter/artist bearing gifts and the other unbelievably her ex sister in law who I have craved to have a hi with.
Better go to bed as Van Morrison says I am feeling comfortably numb!
Pain 0/10 Physical Health 8/10 Mental Health 10/10 Life Enjoyment 13/10