Birthdays, Mr. Darcy & Scarlett O’Chunky.

As I sit on my parents couch with a steaming cup of hot chocolate at 0230 hours on an early Thursday morning, I cannot help but think about the past month and where it has taken me.

In the past 31 days of January, I’ve travelled scenic routes on highways to stop and step onto amazing white pristine sanded beaches to frolic. Only to lose my bikini top amongst the waves and scramble to maintain all dignity.  I’ve driven through congested inner city streets containing grey sky scrapers that hold those within the confining glass walls/ceilings for ransom.  Except in this case, some of those within the glass buildings are willing hostages and are their trying to make a name for themselves.

Holding for Ransom: your mortgage & life.

Driving through these overwhelming grey buildings, I experienced a first for 2016.  Years after getting my driver’s licence and the independence of being able to drive without hearing, “I haven’t taken my anti-anxiety pills today”; I drove over Brisbane’s Story Bridge.  As I listened to my brother talking and the Hilltop Hoods playing through my speakers; I felt as if the bridge wasn’t large enough to hold my enthusiasm as cars ripped and roared beside, in front and behind me.

January saw the beginning of 2016 and a few naughty kisses under the remaining half dead mistletoe.  It bore witness to sparklers setting off the fire alarms, something of which was thankfully avoided at The Little White House as we quietly slipped outside and skipped down dark, vacant streets.

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

While we were sneaking kisses under the mistletoe and sneaking out of the house at some ungodly hour of the morning, 2016 saw memes and New Years Resolutions being created.  These resolutions were to be undertaken within the next 360 days and the inevitable speech of “I’m going to get fit” was once again brought out.  Only for the famous speech to be stuffed away in the closet for next year as a large serving of cheesecake was brought out.

In my case, it was the weakness of eating banana oatmeal pancakes with fresh cream and maple syrup that had me contemplating life outside of pancake batter.  Until the realisation I’m lactose intolerant as I nursed a headache and the urge to lie down.

Banana Oatmeal Pancakes

With 2015 going up in fireworks over Sydney Harbour Bridge, this time next year meant I’d be a graduate registered nurse, looking for graduate placements. This thought and realisation spurred resolutions that would be influential in what I wanted to gain, all the while recapping what 2015 meant.  If you are curious as to what my resolutions for 2016 are, you can click here.

Like many things in my personal life, my positive thought for exercise was soon over shadowed by a few illnesses.  On and off, I’ve spent close to a week in bed after succumbing to illness and dying from what can only be described as excruciating pain. Mid-January I was informed a cyst had burst in my right breast and that I had an infection as a result of it having burst.


January also saw the discovery of potential skin cancer.

Having previously had a very close brush with cancer when I was a teenager, I’d noticed over a few months a couple of areas on my body rapidly changing.  Like any serious situation and the fear of being told I had the big C again, I made an appointment to see my doctor and got them looked at.

That day I informed the doctor of how I’d originally been diagnosed at fourteen and after hearing my story, my fabulous doctor decided it was best to remove them.  As I waited for the anaesthetic to work, I took a photo and posted it on Instagram with the title of: Botox time.  Not thinking that I’d have a couple of people send me a message asking me why I’d gotten it done.

Least to say, I still have the ability to frown and move my eyebrows.

This past month also has seen my protective side come out like a Mama bear protecting her cub.  In this particular case, the cub just so happens to be Lady Blacksnot III. Instead of going full My Big Fat Greek Wedding meltdown and wedding dress shopping for the B*tch, I acted completely normal when having received a message.

A message asking me what outfit would be appropriate to go jungle climbing in the wilderness with Mr. Cummy pants, a eligible bachelor not found in the confining cyberspace of Bumble.

Ford. Tom Ford.

When I mean normal, if it had been anyone else I’d have gone from nursing student to picking out their outfit and hairstyle for them.  With Lady Blacksnot, I went from nursing student to someone picking out which special weapons and tactics would be appropriate. All the while sussing out if Cummy Pants would recognise a little red laser beam on his forehead.

I plead the fifth to the thought of kidnapping Mr. Cummy panties and holding him in a bunker.  Hypothetically speaking, with the possible intentions of seeing as to whether or not he was an appropriate candidate for LBS to date.  Least to say Dearest Reader, I was non-psychopathic and resembling Glen Close, while boiling a bunny. If you want to find out more about LBS’ adventures in online dating and SWAT teams, you can click here.133a43090ecfe54aebf11b24c4f3a138

Overall January has been an interesting month to say the least.

I’ve started 2016 off on a good note as I’ve discovered, spending the last few minutes in bed thinking helps with my anxiety. Each morning before I get up for my life sustaining mug of coffee, I reflect upon my past, present and future. Doing this each morning enables to me to acknowledge where I’ve come from, where I am going and what I’ve achieved.

One of the many accomplishments for last month saw me visit my Grandmother. Instead of layering my make up like it was bulletproof armour and telling myself, “You are fabulous”; I left the house with little to no make up and my alter ego was left behind.  For once, I simply went as myself.


As I watched my Grandmother and cousin rotate and gravitate towards one another, I realised for the first time in my life, I was the one in control of the outcome. With this knowledge and power within my grasp, I used the opportunity to understand various things.

During my social visit for a couple of months, I informed my cousin as to why I removed her from my social media.  In an adult tone and manner, she raised an eyebrow before repeating, “You deleted me off social media because I had a negative vibe that was making me a bitch?”


Driving back to my Aunt’s house, among the lyrics of Tracy Chapman’s Fast Car and Brisbane traffic, I discovered something that has changed the way I viewed myself. For the one person I’ve spent years trying to impress and prove I was worthy of being loved wasn’t my grandparents or cousin.

While stationary at a red light, the one person I’ve been trying to impress within the last 10+ years has been me.  Talk about an eye opener.

This eye opener led to permanently closing down A Stairway To Nurse’s Heaven after three and a half years of blogging, writing and secrets being told and shared. Having been shown I was to continue writing after contemplating ceasing, Scarlett O’Chunky was created, given birth to and opened.

Kaffy.  Frodo.  Pablo.

Talk about an interesting month January has been and with that, I wonder what February is bringing me on a silver platter.  As we celebrate the first week of February coming to an end and my love for the collab between A$AP and Rod Stewart is shameless; let’s talk about the future and changing destiny.

As for February, this what I have planned:

  • Valentines Day: I’m going confirm whether or not, LBS plans on spending the night in with her 82 cats or swinging from the shower rod.  If she hasn’t penned in time to swing, I’m getting her dressed out of her pj’s and into a sexy dress.  Only to go party with other lonely and depressed single people.
  • My 2- Birthday:  The introduction of being twenty something has officially turned up on the tails of a dinner jacket as I say farewell to the age I am.  All I can say is: cue the counting game of my age when I am asked how old I really am.
  • Botox & Mr Darcy: Realising Botox is probably going to occur before I get married as Mr. Darcy hasn’t found me.  I suspect his map to discovering Scarlett & True Love is upside down.  As a result, he is currently stuck somewhere in transit; all because he refuses to ask for help.  I’m hoping to bump into him, rescue him and no doubt myself on one of my various adventures undertaken this year.
  • College: After many assignments and exams, the 29th of February is the starting day for my final year of college and my Bachelor of Nursing. I am not sure if I want to cry over the fact I can see the golden light at the end of the world’s most shortest tunnel.  Or cry over the vast amount of knowledge, self discovery and love for writing I’ve experienced and found over the last four years.
  • Positivity: I want to learn about how I can live with anxiety and high stress levels during college.  I’ve found through various sources, my college provides services for students.  Hello techniques for anxiety and stress.
  • Scarlett O’Chunky:  Stay tuned to find out.

My final parting words before signing off is: Your only limit is you.  The world is waiting and what’s preventing you?

Until next time,

Cheers x

One thought on “Birthdays, Mr. Darcy & Scarlett O’Chunky.

  1. Dearest Scarlett, Another brilliant blog. I like the format and the content. It seems we are being given the gift of a wiser and more positive sounding Scarlett. I look forward to enjoying the journey you walk. just remember these words…Have faith. Be Proud of who you are. Embrace your uniqueness and we love you. Love Lois xxx


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