The benefits of a Talking Doctor.


My Mum had to put down her darling old red cattle dog this week. This just adds to the “annus horribillis” that 2016 has turned out to be.

As far as I am concerned, 2016 can get wrapped up in a festy old Big Mac box, get smeared with dog shit and then get shot from a cannon into the universe, never to be seen again. And I know that I am not the only one that feels this way. All thats left is for Trump to win the US presidency, and the whole 365 days can go and make sweet love to itself.

And because of the whole “2016, get in the bin” scenario, I have invested in a new head doctor. I call her the “Talking Doctor” and she is excellent in helping me make heads and tails of the challenges that life continues to hurl at me. Together, we have come up with a bit of a tool kit, basically to save me from myself. My negative thought patterns. My ability to leap from calm to catastrophic at even the most smallest of hurdles. She has helped me make some sensible business decisions, and has tilted her head and nodded sympathetically when required.

She has listened to me as I word vomit out all the shit that has been going on. The tragedies and my fears. Helping me make sense of death… (yet I am still unable to make any sense of it at all.) Together we untangle my tangled brain. Put me on the right path, and all that jazz.

She is a very useful person to have on Team Mrs. Woog.

One of the things that I am trying to focus on is being a little more organised. Organisation comes very naturally to some, but I am that mum who is signing school notes on the bonnet of the car, and scrounging around under the seats trying to find $2 for whatever “DAY” it is. I am the Mum who turns up for the school presentation a day late, and I am that Mum who is basically shit. But I try.


There are post it notes everywhere around the house at the moment. By trying to be a little more organised, the theory is that I will not feel deep panic and shame when things go askew.

Do you read the blog Smaggle? It is written by a very good friend of mine called Carly. She is the opposite of me. She is a lean, mean, efficiency machine. Sometimes, to irritate her, I send her screenshots of my phone when it is on 1%. Drives her bonkers. Anyway, this particular post TOUCH IT ONCE is very good, as is the attached podcast she does with another friend of mine, and my personal hero, Kelly Exeter. I should spend more time rubbing up against the two of them, in order for some their magical properties to rub off on me.

And so here I sit, a load of washing on, the dishwasher yet to  be unpacked because I have not yet touched it, but once I do, I will have to action it. I then have to schlep out to Australian Hearing to pick up another hearing aid to replace the one that the dog ate because I was less than diligent when storing it overnight.

2016. BIN.

How is 2016 treating you?

Do you go to a Talking Doctor? Are you getting anything out of it?

And can you come and unpack my dishwasher. I will make you tea?