Heartbeat at the Hospital

It was my first ever surgery and I was calm as hell.
"How do you feel?" my Dad asked as he was driving me to the hospital at 6am
"Fine. Like I'm going for a big sleep to wake up with a sore leg".

So that is how it went, only when I woke up from the anesthetic sleep my whole leg from hip joint to ankle was in incredible pain. The nurse saw me stir and smiled "hello there". I was not smiling back.
"I'm in pain...bad...please give me something for it. Please!" I cried.

So here I am coming out of a drug stupor, asking for more drugs. And that is what I got...a huge clear needle full. In recollection I am hearing Benicio del Toro in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas "too much man, too much too much". My brain was reeling. I couldn't focus and my heart started to beat rapidly...

Hours later my head was much clearer but I still felt quite wired and anxious. I mentioned this to the nurse, who advised "you should just try to calm down". I looked around to see if there was a used bed pan I could throw at her.

Maybe being so calm before surgery ain't such a great thing...

I love my city of Sydney...

It took me a long time to fall in love with Sydney. I resisted it for many years. I went travelling, I came back. I moved to Fremantle, I came back. I went travelling again...this time my journey was more nomadic and exhilarating and in turn more exhausting. I was ready to come home when I did and I was longing for it to the point where I built it up as being an amazing place in my head. Only when I came home, for the first time I did see Sydney as the incredible place that it is and have been singing it's praise ever since (of course except when I am stuck in traffic...then I'm thinking it blows).
I am constantly discovering new things in this town. Wednesday night I finally went to The Red Lantern (http://www.redlantern.com.au/), an acclaimed Vietnamese restaurant in Surry Hills that I have been blabbing about for months. What a fantastic place. Atmospheric, delicious and friendly.
This week I read about a Guatemalan coffee house on Danks Street called Mayan Coffee on Danks (http://www.mayancoffee.com.au/) so I met some friends there today and enjoyed some organic drinking chocolate with chilli and cinnamon. It was yummy and warming. I also lapped up the potato tortilla. The tastes were really reminiscent of time spent in Mexico. The venue itself appealed to my inner hippie (c'mon we all have it!), with world music, brightly woven tablecloths and central american art for sale.
And did I mention the sun is shining...see...what's not to love?

Beginnings...

Welcome to my new blog of musings, writings, inspirations, reviews, travels and photographs. Lilykoi is Hawaiian for passion fruit and was the name of my first car, a 1971 Superbug...rest it's little soul.