Brisbane Trip Part 3

This street is now one way Umm not Happy...............

Its Saturday night my injection went pretty well I have been better today than I have all week so I am pretty chuffed.

My sister and her babes came up for the weekend the house is full of laughter tears screaming and footsteps. There are 6 girls aged 2 to 14 to say its loud is an understatement.

Back to my trip to the city.

I showered dressed and picked Dana up she lives just down the road from Kels house so it wasn’t far. I had my eyes hanging out of my head and took make-up to do before I left the car as I was a little scary.
We set off on the usually half hour trip to the city. Now I know my way around the city I have been in and out a lot for work and party times over the years and I am quite comfortable with the drive. I did however forget that it has been a while since my last trip in there and peak hour traffic is a bastard I left at 7.30 to get Dana to her 9am appointment.
Plenty of time Dan Im telling her and we will have a nice coffee have a wander through the mall untill you need to be to where you had to be.
Ha!!! what a wanker to think anything I was going to do would be that damn easy.
The traffic was horrendous, there were 2 more lanes in either direction than there was last time and it was getting later and later as we crawled through the traffic Dana may as well of run in front of me it would have been quicker.
We finally make it to the edge of town where we had to be and I positioned myself in the right lane to get to where we needed to go, no problem. Dana had already rang the interviewer to say we were going to be a little late.
But I was getting anxious as I hate being late and I told her she would be there on time. I tell Dan I just have to go left right and then underground to park, no problem.
I go left and I try to go right when Ummm where the f*#k is that street gone its blocked off non existent there is a damn building there my alternate route is now one way and I am spewing. Dana is laughing at my frustration thinking the drugs have just made me forget that there wasn't a street there but I know there was and so that didn’t help the situation.
I again take long way round and drop her off cars beep the traffic stops and Dan jumps out not having a clue where to go so I ring her mobile and talk her through it until she arrives while I find my way back to the underground car park. By this time 2 hours in the car and I am busting to pee, I look like shit and I have worked myself into such a state that I have to do more than ones.
WTF this is bullshit. I finally get a park shove my make-up in my hand bag and run to find the nearest toilet. I will fix my face when I’m there. Okay now it wasn’t hard to find but I did get some strange glances from the suits and better dressed full faced people with their Gucci shoes and handbags as I waddle for the loo. Now as you know I hate having to go in public so I race into the disabled perfect…Private and sound proof. My bag drops to the floor my jeans are ripped down as quickly as possible and that’s it there was no stopping me.
That should have been fine BUT as I am glancing around this rather large and posh disabled public loo, I read the sign above the button that you push to close the door.
RED LIGHT MUST BE ON TO GUARANTEE DOOR IS LOCKED. Holy Shit your kidding me, the light was off, no damn way...... shit oh buggar SHITTTTT.
Oh God my pants are around my ankles, the door could be opened at anytime. Shit don’t panic shaz just snap it off, wipe your damn ass and lock the fu*#en door so no one catches you with ya pants down, simple YeH?
Nup I tore off a finger nail on the corner of the holder whilst trying to grab the toilet paper.
I am cursing and biting my lip as the blood drips down my arm from the broken nail. I am trying to wipe said ass as to not get messy while shuffling across this bathroom with my jeans around my ankles to push the damn button that locks the damn door.
I return to said toilet seat, sit and finish wiping the sweat from my brow and trying to breathe into my hands as I am now hyperventilating over the thought of someone walking in on me.
All the while finishing off the number 2 that I never do in public toilets. I am scarred for life even at the thought of that door opening while I was in there it is enough to make me cry.
It also makes me laugh now the thought of being scared and nearly shitting myself brings a whole new meaning to that often said phrase.
Okay that little dramas over and my face is splashed with cold water dried off and a little make-up applied I am ready to face the big city folk and not look like death. Imagine me straitening my shirt checking my hair applying some gloss taking a deep breath and thinking thank god that’s over and thinking I’m good to go, when........... I push the button that automatically opens the door.
Imagine my surprise when as the door opens a woman in a wheel chair hurls abuse at me for being abled bodied and holding up the only disabled toilet on the floor. I tried to apologies and explain and I kind of did I think, in between her spitting abuse, I smiled politely and walked away as fast as possible still hearing her complaints as I turn into the first store I could find out of her sight.
Catching my breath and letting my racing heart settle I browse for a minute and when I feel the coast is clear I wander into the mall to make my way to find Dana. She finds the whole thing hilarious while I try to contain my embarrassment and a band aid for my throbbing finger.Its time to let that go and try to make the most of being in the city again for the first time in a long while.

I miss the buzz of the city, the tall buildings everyone on a mission, the smell of freshly roasted coffee and the array of people from emos, punks, buskers and business men in suits.
In all the haste to find a toilet I left my camera in the car and didn’t bother to go back and get it. So no street pictures I am afraid.
Dana and I wandered around window shopping sipping lattes and chatting freely but keeping an eye out for any wheel chair bound women who have no problem with their lungs, just their legs, the drama of getting there and my first 20mins soon faded into the background and I just enjoyed my time with my babe.
I was by lunch time shattered and figured it was time to head home while I still could. I spent the afternoon cooking 2 big lasagnas for Dana and the girls, one to eat that night and the other for the freezer. Once they were cooked I left and headed back to Kels for the night. Needless to say I slept better not a lot but I did get more than hour so I was happy with that. I will fill you in on my last day tomorrow the finale in my Brisbane trip.

Peace and Health my Friends XXXX