The date for eye surgery was locked 'n' loaded so in order to placate the butterfly that was starting to flex it's wings in my stomach, I figured that eye surgery couldn't possibly be worse than a root canal and I was right, it is far better than a root canal. No stainless steel implements of torture filling your mouth, no drowning in saliva cos the suction is on the wrong side, no dentist that insists on asking you to tell him/her about your holidays - OH you're having a root canal next week is that right?
From
prep time to off the table was about an hour. At the end of this time I
was sporting a most fetching eye bandage consisting of a stonking great
pad, big plastic dome and about 40 metres of micropore tape specifically
placed to cover all eyebrows and any other area of skin containing hair
follicles.
Abby and Isaac wanted to know why my eye was bandaged. I told
them that Grandma had had an operation so she could be a pirate. Abby
looked skeptical while Isaac was delighted with the notion. So pirate talking began.
"Arrrrgh Jim lad, wherre be me poirate hat?" Abby, rising to the challenge
appeared with a black tricorn hat, worthy of Cap'n Jack Sparrow hisself, which was duly placed on head at junty angle. "Arrrrgh matey and where be me poirate sworrrrd?" Isaac broke into a big grin bolted
to his room and returned with a plastic sword. (The things kids have in their rooms) Much swashing and
buckling, plank walking and aaaring ensued until Grandma conceded that
pirating was quite exhausting.
Sometime
during the night the local anaesthetic wore off and it felt like a gravel truck came
by and dumped a load in my eye. Lots of fumbling around looking for the
Panadol which became my best friend ever.
Next morning the eye bandage was ripped off gently removed taking eyebrow hair and exfoliating my cheek.
WOOOOAAAHHH I was prepared for being able to see clearly like seeing the leaves on the trees. Hell I can even see the bugs on the leaves on the trees but I was totally unprepared for the light. The brilliant painful blinding light!
Am getting used to the "new eye" and I go back this weekend for a check and hopefully a date for the other eye.
Stay tuned for morrrre adventures me hearrrrties.
That's what I was going to inflict on you.
Lots and lots of walls and close ups of screws beautifully placed just below the surface of the gyprock, oh and shots of joint tape then acres of horizontal and vertical plastered joints and the subtle spotting of filled screw holes.
But then I took pity on you and decided on Boring Ceiling Shots instead!
The Feral Fossil Team's greatest challenge was to get the gyprock from floor level to ceiling height. We looked at hiring a panel lifter - $130 per week eeek at our pace we would need a morgtage. So bought one for 190 bucks - bargain!
Meet the 'Tangerine Dream Machine'
Tilt the head, lift a sheet onto the arms, lower head, wheel into position and crank it up. Too easy
First panel in place ready to screw off. (You won't believe how many screws are in this house)
Takes about an hour to measure, cut, check the fit, glue battens, re fit sheet and screw off.
Had this done by Sunday afternoon. Will have lounge finished this morning.
To start the kitchen/dining we have to move the cornice somewhere so that we don't trip over it or damage it. You have no idea how many times we have to shift stuff
