Diary of a Doctor’s Wife. Things That Go Bump in the Night (2)

*THUD* What the f**k was that? Since living on my own during the week, I have become much more paranoid of noises. And when I do hear them, there is a moment where I imagine a masked, knife wielding intruder in the house. This. Has. Never. Happened. And I hope it never does! It better…

Short Girl Thinks She’s Tall

Them: How tall are you? Me: I’m 5 ft 3.5 Them: No you’re not! You’re much taller than that. Here, I’m 5 ft 2, I’ll prove it to you. Come stand next to me. Me: *stands next to them. Finding we are pretty much at eye level* Them: oh…. This is a genuine conversation I…

My Accidental Tattoo 

A lot of stories of accidental injuries or poor decisions can be traced back to alcohol (at least the ones I’ve heard in my lifetime). However, being someone that drank very little and now chooses not to drink, my accidental injuries are all due to me being silly, dumb, clumsy or a genuine unpredictable, unavoidable…

Weird Story Series: The Creepy Cyclist

I was around 11  years old and on my way to school in the morning. Each morning I would  stand on the corner of my street and wait for my friend – we always walked to school together. For a period of time, there was this adult man who would cycle past me and he…

Diary of a Doctor’s Wife: Just Married and Alone (1)

What is it like being the wife of a doctor? Well, it depends on where in the world you are and what your doctor other half is doing. For me, it’s learning how to be an adult on my own (I never lived away from my parents before getting engaged) and being OK being completely…

Weird stories. Woman in the car

This story takes place when I was around 11 years old and living in New Zealand. I was in year 8 and was walking home from my friend’s house, which was an approximate 5 minute walk over the bridge from my house. To get to my street, which was a branching side road, I needed…

Wedding Photoshoot In Japan: As Foreigners

This post has been very highly request, by one person… It’s been a little over a month since I’ve gotten married, but because of my husband’s *hehe* (it still makes me giddy when I say it) job, he is currently living in a different city. That’s life when your other half is a doctor. But…

My Broken Bones Trilogy. Part 3: The Jinx

I broke my third bone two weeks after having my cast removed for my right wrist (My Broken Bones Trilogy. Part 2: Octopus boy). Do you believe in jinxes? The day I got my cast removed, my Dad laughed ‘hey, wouldn’t it be really funny if you broke your middle finger and had to walk…

How Did We Meet?

My other half and I are getting married in 3 weeks. *I know, not long to go now!* The past few months have been filled with supplier meetings, forms and lots and lots of money. One of these forms included one from our videographer. One of the sections asked us to share a little about us….

My Broken Bones Trilogy. Part 2: Octopus boy

One year after breaking my first bone (click here if you haven’t read it yet), it happened again. It was the spring-autumn-winter of the early 2000’s. I was in Year 6, my last year of primary school. Back then, every kid looked forward to being the Year 6’s of the school. You were the oldest…