A suspicious \’woof\’ greeted me as I hopped out of the van, and a long, low, droopy-eared form came carefully out of the door. \”That\’s a good sign,\” I thought to myself, as I could see that she was moving so, so much more happily than the last time I\’d been to visit her. The […]
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I drove past the turn-off, first time around. Some muttered swearing to myself, then a place to turn around, backtracking, and aha! There it was… I pulled in through the gate, over a grid with a rattle and a thump. I parked under a tree, and stepped out onto the lawn. There were roosters everywhere,
It was hot, hot and dry, baked like an oven, all the grass dead, crunchy under foot. The sandy soils raised dust with any movement, the sun was like a glaring hot hammer in the sky. Any movement raised a sweat, which evaporated before it could even make you feel damp. My lips were dry,
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I sat in my van for a moment, organising the day in my head. I nestled my bag on the seat, tucked my lunch into a safe corner, and then pressed the sticky note with the list of addresses up on the dash. The clouds hung low, dark, ready to veil the world with
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The road wound up, up and up. My trusty little van growled, and the view spread out forever. I turned the air con up a notch as the sun burst through the windscreen, and a smile crept across my face. I was looking out for the turnoff, slowing down. There! A battered old wooden sign.
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I gathered everything I needed – printed out notes for the workshop students, clipboards, some essential oils, clothes, and squeezed it all into my suitcase. Off for an adventure, to teach the Whole Energy Body Balance (WEBB) foundation workshop in my old stomping ground, Townsville. Into the car, humming along the traffic streamed freeway, finding
A text arrived, making my phone buzz and ringle dingle. \”Could you come this weekend? He\’s nearly out of his tablets…\” I texted back and sorted out a time. I drove along, chatting to my brother on the phone. A fresh, clear, cold and windy day – now and then I\’d feel the van shimmy
I looked at the X-rays for the fiftieth time. Was there something out of place in her spine, or not? I\’d looked at these films until my eyes went fuzzy, and all the other vets in the practice had looked at them too, and still it wasn\’t clear what was going on. My guts were
Bedlam… The waiting room was overflowing, and we were all behind. The noise of dogs barking, cats complaining, and people chattering away was gradually getting louder. Last time I popped my head out to call my next consult in, there were even a few people waiting outside, well rugged up against the cold, grey, damp,
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Driving, the quiet rattle of bottles and medicines in the back of the van in my ears, the sweeping strip of bitumen hemmed in by the green swaying forest… A peaceful moment of silence, just to be, as I drive along to my next visit in Nimbin. The countryside changes slowly as I hum along
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