Sunday was a sad day in my world. I said goodbye to a friend.
We had shared many nights together, enjoying craft ales and delicious food. Long walks on the beach were a staple of this union.
My little boy Finnley Joe is 4.5 months old this week (originally I planned to call this blog “The Fourth Trimester” but life got in the way and it is now far past that). There have been however 750 plus nappy changes, a similar amount of breast-feeds, 125 bath-times with Dad, over 300 changes of clothes and an endless round of washing machine runs.
Sydney Eye Hospital (Woolloomooloo)
The current Sydney Eye Hospital sits next to Parliament House on Macquarie Street but it’s former site used to call Woolloomooloo home. The V-shaped pale building oozes character and still stands proudly despite the modern luxury developments that have sprouted around it.
In it’s debut year 3000 patients presented at the Casualty Department of the ophthalmic hospital and by 1981 it hit 75,000. Before it became a hospital it had multiple uses such as a coffee palace, hotel and allegedly as a brothel.
Hearts were broken, dreams were dashed and around the world boomerang shaped-tears dripped into pots of Fosters beer when Australia bowed out of the World Cup.
Of course I am talking about the 2015 World Medical Football Federation Championships (also known as the Morell Cup after Spanish Doctor and Founder, Ferran Morell). And obviously I am talking about the infamous Docceroos. As the Matilda’s arguably enjoyed a higher billing in Canada, Australia’s Medics played in front of a slightly lesser crowd (give or take 50,000 people).
Source: http://www.sbs.com.au – originally supplied by the Docceroos
Only as recently as 18 months ago and hitting the big three-zero did I start to take my health seriously.
Ironically despite working in the health industry for the past 6 years I was particularly good at telling others what they should do but put up the classic male bravado when it came to health; refusing to go the doctor until I could not get out of bed and telling myself “it will go away”.
I have been a paying visitor on the Sydney Q Station Ghost Tour at North Head three times; yes, I am a self-confessed history geek and as each year passes, it deepens. The same tour on three occasions, but each time a different guide gives an alternate atmosphere and reveals more about its curious past. It was only on my final tour late in 2014 with family from the UK that prompted this scribble.
Socceroos, Olyroos, Kangaroos and the lesser-known Futsalroos. The quirky nicknaming of Australian national sports teams is unashamedly endearing and clearly if you add ‘roos’ on the end of any name you just cannot go wrong.
In my day job in recruiting Doctors across Australia and beyond I encounter some interesting practitioners. A couple of years ago I produced an article about Sports Medicine with a Doctor I work with; he revealed he was also a Doctor for the Socceroos (Australian National Soccer Team), and with my love of football this was pure gold.