456. Sunday 6th September 2015. Returning home, a painful fog and a birthday on the road…

Monday 31st August.

The last day of winter and spring is just a day away.

I visited the physiotherapist today. She tells me that pain is normal. In fact my condition and experience is a classic text book case. The shooting pains which now seem to be occurring frequently are in addition to the daily constant pain. The shooting pain is the nerves finally firing and trying to locate their position in the wrist. Those shooting pains are like jolts of electric current. Gradually my fingers are able to hold light objects such as a damp face cloth or an empty shampoo bottle. Progress is still slow and painful.

Tuesday 1st September

We drove to La Perouse today to visit Geoff and Margaret as we will be leaving on Friday to head back to the Gold Coast. We had originally planned to do so many things while in Gymea but given the limited use of my hand, doctors visits and physio appointments those plans have to be held over until another time.

Wednesday 2nd September

Today was our final visit with Errol, Nicole, Amelia and Hannah before we drive back home on Friday.

Amelia and Hannah practise pulling faces.

Amelia and Hannah practise pulling faces.

Donnis and Frank with Amelia and Hannah on the rear deck of the house.

Donnis and Frank with Amelia and Hannah on the rear deck of the house.

Thursday 3rd September

Final Sydney physio visit.

Bev n Pete arrived home from their holiday and we catch up until tiredness overcomes us.

Friday 4th September.

The original plan was to leave early – that is before 9am preferably before 8am. My Lyrica nerve pain tablets make me so drowsy I fell asleep after breakfast. It rained most of the way Port Macquarie. We stopped for fuel just out of Wyong and decided to eat there as well. The roast chicken was terrible. Should have gone to MacDonalds.

Donnis  son, Peter, works in Port so we caught up with him, over a beer at his favourite pub.

We bought takeaway Chinese food so we could safely have a glass of wine or two and not have to worry about the breathalyser squad.

Earlier this month on our way to Gymea we exchanged house keys with Tony n Dawn. We have somewhere to stay tonight. They are at our house so they can have a base exploring Over 50’s Resorts in Queensland.

Saturday 5th September.

Happy Birthday FrankieG. Fancy celebrating a birthday driving 500 klms along the highway.

The plan was to leave early but my pain relief tablets meant I fell asleep again.

We stopped at Coffs Harbour for lunch. We have never stopped at the harbour before so we took a little time to do so today.

Driving into Coffs involves  many high hills which give great views to the ocean. The hillsides are mostly covered in banana plantations. As long as I can remember, Coffs has been dependant on banana crops. It seems there is now a rival industry … blueberries.  The harbour is impressive as was the fish n chips lunch at the fish co-op.

The wonderful seafood co-op where only wild caught local seafood is available. The is no imported fish 9 except some wild caught New Zealand...they are honourary Aussies anyway) and certainly none of that disgusting Basa from Vietnam.

The wonderful seafood co-op where only wild caught local seafood is available. There is no imported fish (except some wild caught New Zealand…they are honourary Aussies anyway) and certainly none of that disgusting Basa from Vietnam.

Coffs is on the Princes Highway and so far has escaped a bypass gradually being built north and south of the city. For this reason the town is a bottleneck for all north south traffic. Once the bypass is completed the town may be worthwhile visiting again.

We left just as the gathering storm clouds started to dump rain.

Storm clouds approaching Coffs Harbour.

Storm clouds approaching Coffs Harbour.

Wind surfers doing what they do.

Wind surfers doing what they do.

We arrived home at 6.30 pm and joined Tony n Dawn for a wonderful takeaway Japanese dinner. Tony and I both fell asleep in the recliner chairs after dinner.

Sunday 6th September

To celebrate being home Tony and I went for a walk along the Broadwater. I showed him the place where I had my accident. Hmmm! There is no plaque to indicate my life was changed in an instant.

To further celebrate I took off the brace for a few hours.

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2 Responses to “456. Sunday 6th September 2015. Returning home, a painful fog and a birthday on the road…”

  1. placestheygo Says:

    Sorry to read yet again that you are still in pain. I love seafood co-op idea. Finding wild caught USA seafood can be tough at times. Can’t buy anything from Vietnam, China, India, or Thailand.

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    • frankeeg Says:

      Hi Pam, as you may have guessed, I am a crusader for local wild caught fish. I will accept local farmed fish… the main theme is local.I am not sure what you mean about not being able to buy southeast asian fish in the USA. The USA is riddled with such imports and fishers are trying to ban imports or at least have imports clearly and correctly labelled. If you meant “won’t” buy anything from Vietnam China India or Thailand I applaud your decision. Cheers

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