Kunta Kinte meet Queen Victoria

This is a story of a little girl who ain't that little anymore. When she was growing up she was always fascinated by the costumes in Little House on the Prairie. She even 'forced' her grandmother to make the 'bonnet' like the girls in prairie used to wear.... well.... low and behold, she is now living in a land where for a few days in a year she got to be like errr 'Scarlett O'Hara'.... instead she look more like 'Kunta Kinte'! [ONLY me can joke about this to myself! OK..]

The event was Woolmers estate open day. Woolmers is about 10 minute drive from my place and they have the biggest rose garden in Tasmania.

The picture doesn't say it all. You have to be here to see how grand these roses were

I wish I have a rose garden too

Was a perfect day for the outing and the clouds just look like in The Simpsonnnnnnnnnn [perfect!]

The view from the estate. Must come and stay here for sewing retreat.

I love to know how to make this dress.

There's me... in borrowed costume.

Not just about roses.

I love that black irises

Thank you Gayle for lending this costume. She even let me wear her only crinoline. The skirt is very forgiving - I had to wear to under my bust line since I don't have 'waist' and the cape makes it Muslim-compliance. Underneath the cape I only wore a t-shirt. I am bidding for another costume just like this one on ebay. [yeah craaaayyyyyzieee]  

With garden gnomes

Golden

WW1 nurses

Gayle in the 'Servant's Kitchen"

without the bonnet. Noticed the quilt wall hanging behind me? 

It was not that bad .. except...

The thing that I dreaded about the procedure was that I knew most of the anaesthetists. They take turn to come to our clinic for our brachy procedures. I was told that human is the worst eye witness. We have a therapists here who is constantly mistaken for another one. One is tall and curly hair the other one - normal height but bulky and always wear a crew-cut.. Same with me I guess. There's two Varian engineers that I constantly mistaken one for another - They are both petite - one is American and one is local boy from down south.. They don't even look alike except they are both --petite.

So I thought they won't recognise me - since I would be in hospital gown and no khammarah in the operating theatre - I could be any other Asians.... WRONG..

Because I had a bad cough and shortness of breath, the theater nurse was a bit concern if the sedation will have a bad reaction on me, so I had to wait outside the theater [with my full attire] so that the anaesthetist can evaluate me. He was very professional, he didn't sound like as if he knew me " Hi how are you?" BUT from his eye I knew... I just knew...

The procedure went so quickly - All he did was put the cannula and said let's put you to sleep.. and I did. When I woke up everybody was gone [the surgeons, her assistants, the anaesthetist] only one nurse was with me. I just felt like I need to go to the toilet, that pain you have just before no. 2.
But of course there was nothing there - since before the procedure you had to go through enema [twice!] a bit sore down there. Other than that I felt fine. I even felt like I can drive home and they are making a fuss for nothing.

Of course I didn't drive home myself, but as soon as I got home I just crashed. Only woke up for food and toilet and 'salat'.

The next day I was still off work, not because of the procedure, but my coughing. I feel very tired and still functioning maybe 60% of my lungs? I wonder what is going on down there.. so I went and saw my GP for another day of medical certificate, turn out she also having the same procedure next week!

So my friends - it is quite common, I have been telling everybody about I had to do this thing and I am feeling a bit reluctant, almost every body whom I spoke to already had the procedure or about to have one. The put bands on my haemorrhoids (3 of them) - so it a week's time they should be "gone" and two weeks time I will get the biopsy report. Aging is getting more and more interesting ain't it?

What's next?