Parkes, heart, poppy, stroke. 7, 88
SYNCHRONICITY
I was at the denture’s clinic - my first visit to the little old, converted house on a busy main road - waiting while my Dental Prosthetist Mr Hickson filled in ‘paperwork’ (one-finger typing on his big computer - and I don’t make fun because I’m not much better tbh), and listening intently as he chatted about how he grew up in Parkes. Funny, I thought, my good friend Glenda grew up in Parkes, and they would be the same age-ish. But he didn’t recognise her last name, and now the paperwork was done, and I was on my way.
Two streets over, unfamiliar with the area, I took a wrong turn (right instead of left), and as I did a u-turn to correct myself, there was a big sign on the fence in front of me… 2 Parkes Street. Well, that’s weird. (But weird is not really weird anymore is it). I guessed I’d better call my friend Glenda and check that she’s okay.
Glenda picks up the phone and immediately blurts out “I think I’ve had a mini heart attack.”
Oh my Lord! The Divine had definitely been telling me to call my friend!
The Codes…
HICKSON = 7
DENTURES = 7
PARKES = 7
GLENDA = 7
LEFT = 7
HEART = 7
Other 7 words include: cold, dark, hot, door, earth, salt, stop, life force, mortal, control, masculine, running…
And now, you would expect someone who suspects such a thing (and can’t lift her right arm) would be sitting in the back of an ambulance already, but my friend Glenda is equally as non-dramatic as she is kind and generous. And no amount of me trying to get her to go straight to emergency was going to convince her that possibly sitting in a crowded hospital waiting-room on a cold, hard chair with an already sore back for several hours, was a good idea. She had made up her mind that she was going to bed and would see her GP the next day, and let me know.
I had a rather restless sleep worrying, but the next morning she assured me she was fine and that she’d call me straight after seeing her doctor.
So I went to the gym and then headed off on a walk to the beach to meet my husband for coffee, phone in hand.
I stopped along the way, under a tree, to take my jumper off, and as I looked up, there in the tree, sticking out quite high up, was a plastic poppy.
(I just seem to know now when something is going to become a sync, so I took a photo and carried on.)
Halfway through coffee she called. “My face has drooped, he thinks I’ve had a mini stroke and I’m on my way to the hospital.”
Oh hek! (Sidenote: it is wild to me that a doctor would allow someone to drive themselves to the hospital when he thinks they’ve had a stroke. He literally asked her if she was “okay to drive?”… shocking.)
And sure enough…
POPPY = 88
STROKE = 88
Other 88 words include: agreement, exposed, hormone, past life, forebrain, program, Tartaria, vitamin, exercise…
Half an hour later, I’m in the car with my husband and he hands me his (20-year-old, ripped and faded but much beloved) CD case and asks me to put something on. I open it up and staring back at me, is a brand-new COLDPLAY Viva La Vida CD. I’m instantly taken aback because a) Coldplay’s Viva La Vida has come up as a synchronicity quite a few times recently, and b) neither of us like Coldplay AND neither of us have bought CD’s for years, maybe decades! Where did it come from!? But guess what?…
COLDPLAY = 88
To finish off the day, after Glenda got home from 7 hours at the hospital, I decided to send her an Uber Eats gift card so that she wouldn’t have to cook for herself and could put her feet up and rest. The confirmation code that Uber Eats sent me was… 0777
Update:
Glenda has been given a clean bill of health! They are a little perplexed as to what caused it all. But we are very relieved!
