Real life scrubs!

Monday, February 28, 2011




Last night I had a brush with death!! 

Hardly.......... however the thought did creep into my mind once or twice inducing fear and vomiting.

  • 1am Mr B races home from night shift to take me to the Emergency room. I ring him at intervals to tell him to hurry. Let's hope we don't incur a speeding fine.
  • 2am A rather stoic nurse jabs me with needles and hands me a little plastic cup (samples of bodily fluids). Shouldn't nurses be nice to you when you are petrified you're going to die?
  • 3am Napping on the waiting room chairs, annoying infomercials blare and emergency room lights    hum and flicker. A man comes in, his arm wrapped in a jumper. He calmly but rather loudly lets the stoic nurse know he has 'chopped his arm right off'. I try not to look, that would surely make me vomit again. +100 points to him for being so calm though. Maybe it was the alcohol?
  • 4am Mr B raids the vending machine and comes back with fruit pieces. What the? Nothing for me, the sign on the wall says abdominal pain = nil by mouth. I contemplate why they don't paint the waiting room walls a nice pastel yellow. Isn't that a calming colour?
  • 5am A heavily pregnant woman comes through the doors crying. Walks back out again, waits for a bit then re-enters. Walks back out again and stands outside crying. Partner arrives and they enter. At least she won't have to lie on these hard chairs for hours. The old lady behind us is picking her nose. 
  • 6am I contemplate the fact that my pain is clearly NOT life threatening if they have left me here so long. Spoken too soon. They call my name, usher us into an observation room and tell me to put on the gown. A gown? Why? They leave us without a word. Now I know how hardened criminals in isolation feel. 
  • 7am  It's freezing, maybe they are trying to make people sick? I ask for a blanket. After telling the registrar who comes that I'm a little petrified by being asked to 'don a gown', she goes to look at my blood work. She seems nice. Later I find out she's a tad nutty. 
  • 8am All bodily fluids A-OKAY. Sigh of relief, now I can picture myself living to a ripe old age. While we wait for our doctor to come, we listen to crazy registrar and friend talk about: throwing a dress up party where everyone dresses as blue smurfs, a boyfriends stalker dropping over unannounced for a swim, and which of the nurses to avoid. It is just like a scene out of scrubs! 
  • 9am A purple scrubbed doctor comes and asks a billion questions. She's sitting on the desk, is that professional? She say's wee, that's clearly not professional. She's nice though. Husband notes she looks like a gold fish. What they? Dying here.... or not!
  • 10am Purple doctor brings a blue doctor, more questions. Clearly they are baffled. "Do an ultrasound, that's what Mr B says Physio's do when they don't have any idea what's wrong". I wonder how many colours scrubs come in. Is there a fashion niche in this market? Colourful doctors order x-ray of lungs, close enough to ultrasound!
  • 11am We can leave, they don't know what's wrong. See your friendly GP if symptoms persist. Glad to be out of there and alive! See you later purple doctor, blue smurfs and unfriendly nurses. Scrubs isn't just a comedy, it's real!
My verdict = torn abdominal muscle as a result of bad pilates technique. Hardly life threatening, however we did manage to get some pictures so I could blog about it. Any lengths to get material.


Here's to all of you who have ever braved the Emergency Room wait! xo


Rise and Shine

Sunday, February 27, 2011



I have found the very best way to greet a Sunday morning! By devouring a stack of delicious homemade pancakes! 

Mr B and I decided that in 2011 we wanted to cultivate a handful of great habits. Our hope is that these, will become long standing family traditions, outliving us for generations to come. That lovely sense of nostalgia one gets when you say "my mother did, and hers before her," a gift in waiting for my granddaughters. 

And so saw the birth of 'Pancake Sunday'.  We've enjoyed 3 weeks with our fluffy Sunday morning friend thus far. Today's special, Chocolate Chip Pancakes with Cinnamon Cream, the scrummiest to date. Recipe below in case you feel the urge. 


Chocolate Chip Pancakes with Cinnamon Cream 
 Makes 10

  • Ingredients 
  • 1 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
  • 3 tablespoons sugar
  • 2 teaspoons baking powder
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt
  • 1 cup milk
  • 2 large eggs, separated
  • 3 tablespoons butter, melted plus 4 tablespoons, divided
  • 1/2 cup miniature semi-sweet chocolate morsels
  • Cinnamon Cream, recipe follows
  • Maple syrup, for serving

  • Cinnamon Cream
  • 1 cup heavy whipping cream
  • 1/4 cup icing sugar
  • 1/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon

Directions 
Preheat pan 
In a large bowl, combine flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt.
In a small bowl, combine milk, egg yolks, and 3 tablespoons melted butter; add to flour mixture, whisking until smooth.
In a small bowl, beat egg whites at medium-high speed with an electric mixer until stiff. Gently fold into batter. Gently fold in chocolate morsels.
Melt 2 tablespoons butter on hot pan. Ladle about 1/4-cup batter for each pancake onto pan. Cook pancakes for 2 to 3 minutes, or until tops are covered with bubbles and edges look cooked. Turn and cook the other side. Repeat procedure with remaining 2 tablespoons butter and remaining batter.

For the Cinnamon Cream
In a medium bowl, beat cream at medium-high speed with an electric mixer until thickened. Gradually beat in confectioners' sugar and cinnamon, beating until stuff peaks form. Cover and chill.
Serve pancakes with Cinnamon Cream and maple syrup.
Enjoy xo

The Simple Life

Tuesday, February 22, 2011


I'm not typically grand. Though I have always dreamed of being so. Lusting for a life consisting of the 3 B's -  big, better, best! High flown style and excessive ornamentation. I have friends whose lives, are this very kind of sparkly. I have always been terrible at mathematics, but this equation is simple. (very sparkly) + (not so typically grand) =  Challenging. 

In a moment of staggering revelation, I comprehended that an impressive 30 'something' years had lapsed. Me, day dreaming away my todays, in hope of a bigger tomorrow. Actually it was more like a dreary, gradual process of discontentment, waiting for that elusive day to come, you know the one, 'someday'.

Not long ago I had a beautiful 'light bulb' moment, where 'head' things finally became 'heart' things (it makes me giddy with excitement when that happens). I saw with clarity the answer that had eluded me, Carpe diem, 'seize the day'. Robin Williams, I would have been one of your slower students.

Are you thinking, "why gosh Rebecca, that's meat and potatoes stuff"? Personally, I have always been a dessert lover.

Two things are now blissful imperatives on my journey, 'being present', and 'celebration'. After seeing it so fruitfully displayed across the pages of her own life, this lovely lady inspired me to unashamedly embrace the C word, 'celebration'. She isn't even aware of it. I am however so grateful. These days, I am in pursuit of a different kind of grand, the delight that the simple life bestows. For as Robert Brault said,
 Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.
So today, I see you for what you are - overflowing with moments, each one full of possibility for a life well lived. Here's to me, trading in my wasting, and making the most of the 'little things'. Dear Tomorrow, I know you will take care of yourself.

This, is that journey as it unfolds.


Today's Little Thing = Taking great pleasure in devouring a bowl of my Mumma's homemade strawberry icecream. Told you I'm a dessert girl!