Ra Ra Radelaide!

Well hello there.

We got to Adelaide, survived Christmas, just made it through New Years and we won the housing  battle!

The final week in Sydney was a pretty crazy one that went super fast.

It was sad and surreal leaving my wonderful workplace. I will miss it and its people a lot (including the students). I just hope I can nab a job here in Radelaide once school is in full swing. This is probably my most major stressor right now - but I am still technically employed until January 26th.

Our trip started by dropping into Canberra to say goodbyes to Mum, my step dad and of course my darling little grandmother, Mama. Mum put on a lovely spread which we gobbled up quickly, then we were back on the road with our next stop being Wagga Wagga - so good they had to name it twice (Thanks Megs for that one - I hope I got it right).

Wagga is great. And you can't visit Wagga without stopping in at the Thirsty Crow and indulging in a Vanilla Milk Stout. Delicious. Then it was Thai for dinner, followed by a few more drinks... it was the start of my holidays after all!

Thanks to my amazing sister for having us. I cried when I had to say a final goodbye in the morning. Loser.

I mentioned it was hot right? Yeah, well it was really hot. Our next stop was Tooleybuc. Why? Because when I looked at the map from Wagga to Adelaide it kinda seemed halfway. Don't worry, we did stop in Hay. You can't drive through the Hay Plains without a pit stop in Hay.

It was 42 degrees. Pretty shit huh? I dreaded the forecast, but in fact, it wasn't so bad because it was dry - very very different from Sydney, and polar opposites of D-Town humidity. It was Sascha survivable, Mad Sascha survivable.

Tooleybuc was funny. We hit the sports club for dinner and drinks. Some bird was having a chat to us. I think she was a bit pissed (have you seen how they fill the wine glasses at those places?! To tha brim mate!) and a bit not well. And I am not sure how much time she had spent in the pokie hell that exists in those joints too. She started to tell us about Sue and Tom in Brighton, and we should say hello when we see them. Then she sat down with us. Mark could not have been any colder towards her but she was not picking up what he was putting down. I think she then started to get racist or something, because I really wanted to tell her to fuck off. I didn't. But it did put a quick shutdown on our 'night out'. We retired at a reasonable hour, then the next day was the last leg!

And the forecast for Adelaide just for Sascha's arrival? 44 degrees. Whhhhhy you do this to me!?

We arrive. It's hot, but it's okay. Sascha survivable. Sascha's surprised.

Mark and I dumped our stuff at our excellently positioned accommodation, showered and hit the town like a pair of hot potatoes. We went to 5 awesome bars that night - so if you wanna shit on Adelaide, you suck and I don't like you and you can stay away.

So the next thing, and really this is the only bit that really relates to Mad Sascha, the other parts of this post are just about me talking about me and moving and stuff - soz. 

My appointment at Flinders Medical Centre. Medical Centre means hospital. I didn't realise that. So I got lost finding the neurology bit - leave me alone, I was nervous and anxious. I had to be walked there by some poor staff member I flagged down, while Mark parked the car. By the time I got to the right spot, Mark was already there. Ha!

"Oh hi Sascha, yeah we have no record of your appointment. But you have one in February."

Here we go. This is what happens when you don't pay the big bucks to see a specialist who has his own corner office in a nice building and a mean but very capable secretary or PA even.

I explained that I was contacted in like September or something, and told my appointment was here and now and I am here and the time is 9am, so?

We had to wait. The lady gave us a voucher for a free drink at the coffee shop. Okay then. Thanks lady.

We go to the coffee shop. I ask if I can get a chai latte. The mole behind the counter says it's not on the voucher, so I can't get it. Ok, fuck you, you cranky hag, I'll take a water then. Is that on the fucking voucher? I was a little bit pissed off.

When we returned at 10:30, we waited some more. Mark bought an Irvine Welsh book.

I would have left at 9am, however, I needed to know details of my next Tysabri infusion. I explained this at the very start.

I ended up seeing Professor Slee's fellow, Erin. She was nice. Not really very apologetic and I wasn't relaxed because I felt I was a pain in the ass, rushed and taking unnecessary time away from other patients.

A few days later, amongst the last minute Christmas present buying on Christmas eve, we got the go ahead to seek housing in the private rental market! Best news. But of course, we now needed to wait for the Christmas and New Years holiday period to be done, then we (we as in me) could go searching for a property.

This was awesome news! For months and months I had my eye on realestate.com.au

As Mark had to start work, I went around to all the places. Out of the 9 places I had written down to attend their open inspections, 2 I saw with Mark, and 1 I assigned to Mark because it clashed with a few others. And yup, that's the one that we got! Typical aye?

So I have not seen the place, except when we did a drive by (not shooting - too soon?).

Look, it's not a mansion, and it's not super new and nice. It has blue carpet for fuck's sake. However...it's in a killer kick-ass spot. Close to the city. Close to my infusion hospital. Close to Mark's work. Close to cafes. Close to pubs. Close to shops. Very central for me to get work - I can go north, south east or west. And there are trees and grass and stuff - though I am not a nature person (as many of you are aware), it's nice to have that stuff.

We move this week. I am pretty excited. We fought hard to be close to my specialist. And we won. I got emo when Mark told me we got the place, especially after he tricked me and said we didn't (why do people do that?!).

Anyways, I am loving it here in Adelaide.

Just need a job now. Spread the word, will you? Thanks. Bye.