Watching a doco recently on the two survivors from the Excalibur yachting tragedy: there's this syndrome they talked about, having survived the sea, their next couple of years was all about doing everything NOW.
I guess I'm feeling a bit of that six months down the track - do it NOW ... no NOW!!!!
... because we don't know how long we've got. Be it Pacific Ocean storm, a gob in the head, truck on a bend ... gone.
So, anyway, I'm a beekeeper now. I've talked about it for a couple of years, coming out of brain surgery with the NOW!! syndrome has made it a reality.
Jason's son Finn took some pics from a safe distance while we stirred up our 40,000 ladies the other day - if the Homer Simpson at his nuclear power station cartoon imagery isn't funny enough, two blokes in those suits trying to get under highly tensioned fence wire is even better.
EEG results abnormal as Neurologist suspected: he's now drawn a direct line between this thing in my scone and 19 years of Temporal Lobe Epilepsy. That's good - perhaps - in that it maybe means it took 19 years to be 20mm in size. Perhaps. Maybe.
His POSSIBLE diagnosis is idiopathic hypertrophic pachymeningitis. Impressive sounding - feels like you're getting value for money when there's 15 syllables involved and a good measure of Latin.
I'm getting on with my beekeeping ... and the launch of my creative hub ... and managing my holiday house ... and bike riding ...swimming... planning lots and lots and lots of hiking... NOW!!!!!!
