It has taken me a few days to report on this delicate subject, but our never-failing septic tank has been pumped out, as we are now on town sewerage and even though we rarely leave "Riverbend" these days, our poo from now on travels all the way to the Bay.
It's all part of a deal in which Council also hooked us up to their town water in exchange for our shit. Methinks, for the first time in dealing with government, we seem to have got the better part of the deal.
Speaking of other things - and before you ask - yes, my shingles are still raging but only on the back, whereas on the front I have been left with a constant appendicitis-like pain which a scan revealed as "subtle changes of inflammatory change in proximal transverse colon on a background of diverticular disease" which requires a colonoscopy in the new year. Never having had one, I don't look forward to the experience.
This whole thing has now been going on for the better part of two months, and I feel and look decidedly aged. I've already mentioned to Padma that next time we go into the Bay, people will suspect that she is my NDIS-appointed personal carer. Either that or she married me for my money. Since the NDIS didn't exist when we got married twenty-four years ago, it must have been for the money, of which there won't be too much left after I've paid for all these medical appointments, scans, medications, and colonoscopies, as I'm not a pensioner and keep paying full price. Perhaps I ought to have stayed on the Bougainville Project where I could've got a free colonoscopy any night of the week! 😄
