The missus went to the optometrist to see about her eye being suddenly a bit blurry.
Optometrist said,"Hmm, f@#ked if I know" and called the hospital to see if the visiting eye specialist was there.
Eye specialist said, "Hmm, f@#ked if I know" and sent her to the city to another specialist.
City specialist said, "Hmm, f@#ked if I know" and sent her across the road to the eye department of the Royal Adelaide Hospital.
Doctor at RAH said, "Hmm, f@#ked if I know".
By then, I was starting to see a recurring theme.

RAH scheduled blood tests, MRI, FFA, sample of fluid from eyeball (I wasn't in the room for that), hourly eye drops, 2 day stay, etc.
Here we are on Sunday arvo, we still don't know what is wrong but have ruled out viruses and brain tumors (the one thing I was really worried about), and have followed their advice and cancelled the other surgery she was supposed to have on Monday.
Going back Tuesday for results of tests and further treatment.
In the meantime, very little progress on the TD.
Except, my octogenarian mother dropped in to see how we are, and commented "Your little caravan is looking good."
Thanks Mum.
Further conversation ensued re: fit and finish, and discussions on cooking and fridge options.
She said, "Remember way back in the early 80's when you and your brother gave us that little Engel car fridge for Christmas? The year he came home from the Territory?"
"Sort of," I said.
"It's in the spare room, it still worked the last time I plugged it in. You can have it if you want it."
"Can't just take it, Mum," I said.
In the end, she sold it to my wife for $2.
It looks nearly brand new.
Mum told me, "Your father had a tear in his eye when you gave us that. He treasured it. Took his lunch and drinking water out to the jobs in it for years. Wrapped it in a towel and strapped it in with the seat belt."
Dad was a contractor. Looking back, I guess you needed to be fairly well off to afford an Engel in those days.
The brother an I were doing OK money-wise, both at work for 5 years or so by then, and wanted to give back.
It's only small, maybe 15 litres, but I bet the ol' man loved having cold water to drink on an Aussie summer day.
Still has original cables and owners manual.
It got down to 2 degrees C in less than 30 minutes.
Was going to buy a 30L fridge, but memories and sentiment win.
Older Aussies will know what I'm talking about. Engel was the big name in Aussie portable fridges since 1962.
It's going in the teardrop.
Here it is: