Tuesday 23 August 2016

Life



Saw this meme on FB this morning and immediately identified with it.  DO YOU SEE THE SIMILARITIES?  LOL!  Not the wake up call that I was looking forward to but a-hem......let's continue, shall we.

If you had to ask me 20 years ago about what I envisioned to be my middle aged life to be?  This would never have been it.  Not a first, fifth or final choice.  Hahahahahaha!  Ofcourse, I laugh but reality sure does bite. And why?  Because somewhere along the way, in whatever way, I did choose this life.  

Either way.  I thought I'd share one of my realist reminders of how life can go so easily switch from one reality to another and also from one dream to a totally unexpected situation.

It's both enlightening and depressing at the same time.  Especially when you know that it could be or could have been so much more.  But then that's where your own good or bad decision making comes into play.  Where your own sometimes fairytaled expectations or even lack of a sense of value comes in.  Sometimes these things, the positive and the negative parts of you, conflict and when you dont believe that your worth validates a better outcome as much as you should, you settle and wave real opportunities for happiness, bye bye. 

Sometimes you're simply afraid to take leaps of faith and that fear is crippling almost.  Fear?  That comes in big and small doses.  Even in the form of boxes that we've checked as far as what we will never do, or which type of men or women will never give a chance.  But it's effects are the same.  We create our own limits.  I read somewhere that your type might be the reason that you're always a part of failed relationships.  I think it's true. 

So much goes into what brings us to our here and now.  And if anything, life has taught me that there's no going back and pulling that moment in time outa the past and redoing it, that second chances are far and few between where even if they do come around, some of the initial result becomes limited and has to be sacrificed because well?  Life goes on and while it went on, life happened.  Rarely do you find that second chances bring with them a stagnated life, especially when they involve people, where you can just pick up where you left off.  You can't and if you can, it's not as easy as you'd like.  Circumstances almost always differ.

That's why, to you out there, you are responsible for your own happiness.  If it feels right, wasting time thinking about how that one decision will cause others to see you, you're doing your own life a disservice.  UNLESS, it causes someone immense pain or trauma, I say go for it.  

Like I said, life goes on regardless of your fear of judgement.  If you find extraordinay love, act on that.  And do it right.  That's why I love the fact that my brother and his wife woke one day and were like, "fuck it (okay not fuck it, he is a pastor, dammm, lemme start again.)  "To hell with it, we love each other, we've never been happier, it feels right, we're getting married!"  And they got married with their witnesses and a pastor.  Done.  Happier than ever.  And that's what I meant by second chances don't bring stagnated lives.  When they dated in high school, they were simply highschoolers.  Along came their second chance and it brought with it, children, ex-spouses and challenges.

If you find a better career opportunity, act on that.  The reality is, at your job especially, you are replaceable.  That company won't crumble without you and soon you won't even be thought of because the work will get done.  

Loyalty is a gem of trait to have.  But your loyalty should be treasured too and it should be returned with the same level of loyalty that you invest.  In a job, your employers loyalty lies with the success of their business, not you.  In love, your loyalty shouldn't lie with someone who in turn gives theirs to someone else.

Look, we all know right and wrong.  Wrong is what keeps you up at night wondering if hell will be your home in the afterlife  Wrong is what steals your peace in quiet moments.  But when it, let's say won't send you to burn for an eternity, sitting there worried and anxious about "what will they think of me" will get you safe and settling.  Yes, growing old with a dog for company or worse, a cat.  Hahahahaha!  Sorry, cat lovers.

The world is not sitting there, with nothing better to do than continuously watch you and judge you, they are living and grabbing their own opportunities for happiness, despite what you think.  And you can always rely of your fellow human being to distract them from you and give them something else to judge.  

Find your happiness and take good care of it when it's in your possession.




Thursday 18 August 2016

Happy 16th Birthday, Damo!

It's such a treasure being your mum!





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Tuesday 16 August 2016

Opportunities for Writers

Further opportunities to consider.....

http://www.aerogrammestudio.com/2016/08/16/opportunities-for-writers-september-and-october-2016/


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$6000 Grant for Writers And Artists With Children

Check it out......

http://www.aerogrammestudio.com/2016/08/11/grants-for-writers-and-artists-with-children/


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Ring-A-Ding-Dollar

I'm quite excited, I had a good enough sleep last night. ^_^! But I had to come and tell yall about what I saw on Facebook! A ring. Yeah! Not precioussssss. But a ring that if you're in a long distance relationship, you and your partner sinc your rings through a smart phone app and BAMMMMMMM!

YOU CAN FEEL EACH OTHERS HEARTBEAT!

How cool is that? Cool, right?! Clearly someone's been on Tinder or something. Seen the plight of the lonely. Decided to make money off of it. Talk about retail therapy, HA!

Someone I know signed up on Tinder. Hahahahhahahaha! I mean it, don't look at me like that. I know those "friend of mine" stories too, this aint one of them. Anyway, I asked her this weekend, "So, how's the guy you were talking to on Tinder?" She was like, "Fuckin liar!" Hahahahahahahahaaaaaa! If you knew her, just that statement alone is hilarious! "He told me he is working in London, I go on Facebook and there he is under a different name!" Me? Shame really is me, I shouldn't laugh but I can't help it!

I count myself lucky on both occasions. When I met my penpal, Kobi, online? And then when we all met him in New Orleans for the Essence Festival? He was still Kobi, my crazy penpal friend. Then when I met Geese on Penpal International? When I met him face to face, he was who he said he was too. I understand now why my brother was stressing like he was when I first went over to Philly. In today's mental climate, it's actually a dangerous situation to put yourself in, in general. I have read some honest to god, horror stories about these situations.

Okay, so the ideal situation, I'm sure for many out there, is not a long distance relationship, but you fall in love with whom you fall in love with, right? And hopefully for you, that goes well. If ya love happens to be thousands of miles away? Then this ring is for yall! At the introductory price of-------

Drummmmmmmroll please----------$2990 a pair.

I choked. You just didn't know. But see? If we had our rings? 'Cause we're in a sorta long distance relationship, aren't we? You'd have heard it via my staggered heartbeat and then--------

Nnnnnnn---------:-/
I just realized that mayyyyyyybe it's not so cool afterall. 'Cause what if I you did happen to hear your partners staggered heartbeat? That could turn unfavourable in, well.....a heartbeat! Then instead of you thinking vagina thoughts, you're all stressed out thinking angina thoughts. All while you're supposed to have ya eyes closed feeling mushy inside with the ring to ya chest making your hearts beat as one. One with the hearts. Uuurgh, nevermind. Stick to calls and texts and Skype. Hell?! Better still, stick to local relationships.

Y-you, not me.

My sister in law asked me last week, "So when are gonna get a chap, here?" To make a long story short, I told her, in a few more words but they meant the same thing. "When pigs fly". Had I known about this ring then, my argument woulda been a little stronger. It woulda went from acute anxiety about regular, local dating to why? When there's a ring to bridge the distance? She'd have understood me better. But instead, she just walked away from that conversation with the conclusion that I have "issues" hahahhahahahahhaa!

I was just explaining to my daughter yesterday that I can't quite self-diagnose my "issue." It's a mix between social and anti-social, introvert and extrovert. Family functions or visits to family homes? I'm good. Movie dates with my bestie or my mum, I'm fine. Beyond that? The introvert almost always wins and if I can't get out of it, then I'm sweating bullets all the way leading up to whatever event it is. That's not to say that I won't enjoy myself when I get there, O_o! The time between the invite and the event is the problem.

Go see the ring for yaself.
http://www.higherperspectives.com/heartbeat-ring-1969018894.html


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Monday 15 August 2016

Minute Massage

We were supposed to be having these free thirty minute massages from this company at work today. Whoop whoop, right?
(Blink)

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I see now why it was free.

She rubbed lotion on the top of one of my hands and then asked me to compare it to my other one and if I saw the difference. I didn't know we're being tested but I played along. I told her, "shiny?" One point, Rambler.

She rubbed oil, wiped it off, then lotion on my neck. I wasn't quizzed after that. DRAT!

Then she put that silver spider iron thingy on my head. My hair got tangled in it. And that was the end of the story.

I'd say it was well under seven minutes. Oh oh oh! And last but not least? She gave me an order form for the products she used. I say used because I did get shinier. On my one hand. I have hand lotion to the left of me, by the way. My own. Only difference is, I don't use it on myself under the guise of a free massage.

-_-

I have definitely seen today why some businesses only get as far as the door. But then they still have the nerve to give you an order form when they couldn't even deliver on the hook.
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Wayde van Niekerk

Congratulations Wayde, on your gold medal at the Rio 2016 Olympics! You record breaking Coloured South African, you! ^_^! You did us so proud!

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=UbT6F1ybXH4


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Fishing For Sleep

Wellllllllllllllllllllllll, that right there was a shitty night's sleep, if I may say so myself!  If I got two hours, I'd be surprised.  Like this.  O_O! 

But hey, I guess it's all good.  It's a new day, I woke up, I can see, I can breathe, I can speak.  Coherently.  Which means that at the end of the day, the night I mean, 'cause really?  Who's fortunate enough to head straight home from work, hit the shower and then the bed.  Not me.  Not many of us.  If you're in prison, maybe.  Then yeah.  But what I am fortunate enough to do is safely navigate myself back to my bed at some point tonight and try again.

Just talked to my daughter, we had a good ol' laugh.  J That lifted my spirits.  Both her and baby are doing great.  You know?  I do love Whatsapp Call.  I love Whatsapp on the whole.  It's so inexpensive as well.  You can have verbal diarrhoea on that app!  No, for real!  You can talk 'til ya tongue is numb to whomever, wherever and something like an hour and a half's call will only use up about 12mb's of data.  Impressive, huh?  'Cause data is like gold.  At least it is here.  Until we catch up to everyone else who's made data on some level, affordable.

Meanwhile?  Back on my Blackberry screen, I keep getting a message to say that from 31 December 2016, Whatsapp will no longer be available.  -_-  !  See it's that type of giver-taker behaviour that inspires me to use bad words.  It's no secret that I much prefer the Blackberry keypad to the Samsung touchscreen keypad and since I've already put that out there many times before, why isn't Samsung designing a phone with a qwerty keyboard keypad?  (Shrug)  Oh yeah, they don't need my business if I don't wanna give it to them seeing as they have customers by the millions. 

That's what they say about getting over someone huh?  "Get over it.  There are plenty of fish in the sea." 

"But?!?!?!  I don't want a fish, I want my person.  Sniff, sniff." 

"Well?  The sun will still come out.  It will still set.  Which means, life?  It goes on.  You will LIVE without your person, no matter how impossible it might seem at this moment."

"Sniff……..Okay." 

HA!  How we wish it were that easy, huh?  Just because we know that there are billions of men or women in the world, it hardly eases the pain of losing someone that we really love.  That's why, don't.  It's as simple as that.  As far as you can control that, don't.  There are countless ways for you to avoid losing the person that you love.  Love, trust, loyalty, faithfulness, forgiveness, communication, compromise, to name a few.  Lemme tell you something, it doesn't even feel like work.  It doesn't even feel like, "uuuuuurgh, do I have to be loyal again today."  When you have that real connection and every fibre of your being tells you that this is the person that you want to spend the rest of your life with.  In a perfect world, you protect that without even having to think about it.  However, we are imperfect creatures.  There are times too when you feel all of those things and still mess up.  Humans do that.  That's where you count on your person to love you enough to forgive you.  On the other hand, if you losing them is their choice?  Then sorry.  Thennnnnn you can stand on your head and whistle through ya ass, they're going fishing, anyway. 

Buuuuuuuut.  I'm thinking that Samsung will feel none of that heartbreak should I choose to cut ties with them over a keypad, huh?  Hahahahahaha!  So I guess Ima spend the rest of my life with my touchscreen.

 
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Sunday 14 August 2016

The Fight Within

Can't say that I didn't have a fabulous day with the family today, even with all of the commotion going on in my head.
I know, right?
When is there never commotion in my head? I can think only of ONE time. The drive was long. I wore jeans. A white fitted shirt. And (cough) heels. Travelling to an unfamiliar place. With a very familiar person. As our destination grew closer, my palms began to sweat. Finally. My heart smiling and ambitious----believing that it was an Olympian. My throat closed as it began to sprint. I palmed my face. We neared the finish line. Time shrunk. Our destination just minutes away. My excitement chokingly difficult to contain. I wore heels. Oh wait, I said that. But not for long. I heard them in the distance, crying, free us-----freeeeee us. So I did, I slipped outa those suckers the very moment that I could. My mind just as free as my toes. All ten of them. Wriggling against the carpeted floor. Being there, blissfully confined, optimistically nervous yet centred in my sense of belonging--------it began-----

A-hem!
That's all I can tell you for now. Believe it or not, that is a true story. In my life. At least, the beginning of the story. The middle and ending is just too personal to get into and one day I might but that was the one and only time that my mind, body and soul were calm and carefree. Just like I believe life should be. But noooooooooooo------! :-/ They're bombing in Thailand. Ups. Downs. They're tryna extort money from us for new vehicle license plates every year. Highs. Lows. France, Turkey, the US, Zuma. Droughts, wildfires, death, love-------the world! Is in a shambles!

I'd appreciate my thoughts and my emotions going on a hiatus for a while. I don't mean temporary brain dead or something, Lord? Please, I don't mean that. Lord? I DON'T mean that, let's just be clear. I know you're listening to me.

I'm just saying that I need a break from all of the conflicting and the challenging and the questioning, to feel a little settled inside. Yo, it's like a gang fight going on in there and nobody's winning. It's very confusing to feel at peace and not feel at peace at the same time. Like, to be okay but not okay. Uuuuurgh! See?!? They say that Libra's see both sides of a situation, which makes it hard for them to make a decision. Which explains this gang-fight. To me.

My sensible side tells me that if I'm not settled inside then I don't feel inner peace but my other side, the whatyoumacallit side tells me that I've personally never felt so much peace in my life. Both sides are right, though.

See what I have to deal with?

These are the phases that I go through. Sometimes. Depending on where I feel that I am in my life or the things going on around me.
That's normal. Isn't it?
Yes.
These are the things that are meant to make you think or re-assess or reboot or wonder. Aren't they?
Yes.
Am I talking to myself right now?
Nnnnnnn-----Yes!

I'm going to bed.


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Friday 12 August 2016

Uhm...

Munching on this very low carb brownie bar.  Whooooooo------good times on a Friday I telya with tears in my bloodshot eyes.  I had trouble getting to sleep last night.  Uhm.  That's normally how it starts.  Before I start crying, my throat mutters a tiny, choking whimper of "Uhm."  Inwardly, I'm dissuading my tear ducts from letting loose right now and the poor things, as hard as that is for them, shame, they're being obedient.
I tell them, "I'm proud."
"Uhm."  They whimper too, putting forward their best attempt at restraint.
This extremely low carb bar?  See how things have progressed already?  (Why am I rubbing my throat?)  This bar went from very to extremely with each bite.  It's brown.  Eh!  I'm taking their word for it.  Not that it's brown, that it's extremely low carb.  Seeing as I'm no expert, I'm at their mercy which lemme tell you, is not the best qualification for the job.  I should have been an expert, I'm thinking.  Being at the mercy of anyone holding the true carb values is not the best position to put yourself in.  Let that be a lesson to you.
Where was I?  Ahhhhh, yes, it's dark brown, brownie-looking and doesn't taste toooooo bad.  :-/  Says my taste buds who evidently have a yearning for the sleek, rich taste of sun-melted Cadbury's chocolate but have undoubtedly and so desperately settled for an aftertaste of some kind, instead.  Really.  I couldn't describe the aftertaste even if I wanted to.  I just know that it kinda, slightly burns?  (Scratches her forehead, above her temple, wondering why-----but see?  Had she been an expert though, she wouldn't have to wond………….)  See that?  That's baaaaad.  That's called betrayal by cravings.  I just turned on myself, ready to highlight my shortcomings and for what?  Anger over the burning sensation that I am forced to endure just to feel human?  (Chocolate makes me feel human okay?!?!?!)  It's a good reason, but still.  You still have to have your own back.  Even when your throat wants to throw itself up.  Stay loyal to your back.
While we're on the subject of loyalty, I'm very pleased that the ANC government has lost a whole bunch of their supporters.  We just had an election, local election and the results clearly show that I have not been sucking complaints outa my thumb.  And the lack of results yet abundance of bullshit from the ruling party has finally gotten to levels of "enough is enough".  As I suspected before, too many were loyal to the party because they were the ANC and turned a blind eye to the fact that they kept getting a kick up their backsides for that unwavering loyalty.  This election has showed that some people are so tired that they are willing to vote for the DA, some are still loyal to the ANC, and others are so disillusioned by the doings of the ruling party and the fact that that makes it real easy to run and vote for the opposition but they still can't bring themselves to so they just chose not to vote.  Therein lies the problem.  Your vote is your voice.  Although some voices do land up in boxes dumped in bushes.  Anyway.  I do hope that this is a wake-up call, that they straighten up and fly right so that we can alllll be proud to be represented by A GOVERNMENT who holds the interest of its people, not their pockets, as a priority.  That's all, that's it.
https://www.theguardian.com/world/2016/aug/05/anger-and-apathy-behind-south-africas-shock-local-election
And now?  Ima go eat some strawberries.  


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Thursday 11 August 2016

Congrats To The Newly Weds!

A huggggge congratulations to my brother and the love of his life on making their union official today! I truly couldn't be happier for them both. Even though we had Bible Study just last night and I've been done out of a bridesmaid dress and JUST found out on Facebook, not to mention that my cousin Pastor Shaun knew before me. No, it doesn't matter that he married them....it's the principle of it!

Hahahahahaha! Even I had to laugh at that last reason to rant! But all jokes aside, I love the spontaneity, he told me just now that they just decided today. That's what big love does, huh!? It doesn't see the need for delay.

Shhhhhhhhh....he doesn't know yet that he owes me a dress for the one I woulda worn to their wedding! A-hem!

^_^!!!!!




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Tuesday 9 August 2016

9th of August

When I think back on this day a few years back, I feel two distinct emotions. Giddy elation on one side and then guttering sadness on the other. That's normal, right? I guess that's what they mean when they talk about something being bittersweet. Or when they say, "Don't talk rubbish man, how can you feel those together?!?" Well, I'm here to tell you that you can.
I realize that since then nothing has ever given me that feeling again. It was like every flower was in bloom, every blade of grass was green, the sky was blue and cloudless and nothing could taint any spec of beauty in the world. I felt extraordinarily complete. As if I was isolated in a bubble of absolute joy. I felt an existence, a sense of belonging, however temporary, that I can only describe as------indescribable. If that makes any sense.
Hey? I could go on and on but I don't wanna sound too (cough) corny. HA! Too late huh? Hahahahha, yeaaah, I thought so.
Here's where the guttering sadness comes in. I don't believe that anything ever will. There are some things, some people, some experiences in life that just can't and won't be replaced by others and you can search for them far and wide, up and down, over the mountain and everywhere and to be that fortunate twice, hell?!? Does that ever happen?
Never
Ever
Ever!!!
The lesson in this, I suppose, is both time and the willingness to take those leaps of faith when you're faced with these extraordinary moments in your life. You either take the chance or you watch ANY chance walk further and further away from you. Nothing waits until you think you're ready. Time certainly doesn't. Opportunity rarely does. Once you've lost both of those, you either spend your life searching for it or you settle for the next best thing.
But what you don't do? Is stop with the wondering. Stop with thinking about the what if's and the why's. Stop with pacifying yourself about however that thing happened, was how it was meant to happen. All while deep in your soul, you're feeling that empty space that nothing else will ever fill.


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Happy Women's Day

Don't you just love it when you wake up to an email, open it and read your horoscope talking about petty arguments? Me neither. :-/ Now see, if it didn't say petty? If it was talking about full blown arguments, then....
Uhhhhh, nope! Still not interested. I'll leave that bullshit drama for those housewives of potatoe. Pomato? Po-something. Crazy how much money is being made from women willingly showing themselves to be nothing more than immature high school girls. It's a shame.

As for me? I see that I might have to pay special attention today.....to my legs. And walking skills. Walking backwards. Forward. Crab style....slow motion running man. Whip and nay nay. Away! Besides, I can't argue when I have the flu. Who does that? Pffffffffft!

It's Women's Day today. I! Am a woman! Who hates confrontation of any kind, so Ima do my stretches before I leave home.

Have a happy Women's Day, ladies! And I mean, happy!


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Friday 5 August 2016

IT'S A BIRD, IT'S A PLANE, IT'S A...

And that's what's wrong with healthcare today!  Money talks and you walk--------right outa there feeling inadequately taken care of. 

Yesterday, I woke up to a swollen lymph node under my arm, right?  If you asked me the night before, what it was that I would prefer to wake to?  That wouldn't have been my first choice, but hey?  We're dealt the cards we're dealt.  But it doesn't hur…….

Whaaaa----? 

How do I know?  You should know by now.  Google is my friend.  He's forthcoming with answers, he's intelligent, loyal, he's calm, he is reliable and I have to share him with the entire world, DRAT!!  Well, except China.  But I went to work as usual and ofcourse, hooked up with Googs, see?  See how close we are?  A-hem!  And this is what I read;

"A lump under armpits usually means that a lymph node under arms has swollen or enlarged. As part of lymphatic system Lymph nodes are responsible for fighting off infections and bacteria, but also abnormal growths such as cancer. This is why a swollen lymph node commonly means that an illness is coming, or that cancer has already shown up. Pay much attention to this symptom."          

You already know what ya ole Librambler did, don't you?  Exacles.  My indecisiveness deserves to be grounded for a month!  Without parole.  After arguing with myself for a good few hours at work, the rational part of my living being stood firm and convinced me that I should just go on to the doctor and ofcourse that he will be patient and detailed about what I just read.  Especially since somewhere in that piece of information, cancer is mentioned.  I learned me a good lesson.  Rational parts of living beings sometimes lie! 

When I got to the doctor, and this is after making an appointment, I got to the doctor at 1.30pm and was seen to at 2.45pm.  Somewhere within that time, the poor chap sitting next to me called the receptionist to ask her if he was forgotten about.  He was there for an hour and a half by that time but see, he?!?!?  Didn't have an appointment!  So what was the difference between him and I?  Not a damn thing!  I had an appointment and he didn't, so essentially, nothing.  He was waiting for ages, I was waiting for ages.  Same difference.  Anyhooooo…she tells him that they are dutied to see the appointment patients first.  Really?  She told him too that she had called the doctor and told him to hurry with his patients because there are still about ten more to see him.

Eventually, yours truly is called and doc says, take a seat inside, I'll be right back.  By then the palm of my hands are warm and I'm saying a silent prayer that my boss' flu that he brought home from China didn't make it's rounds already.  I shouldn't have a fever.  Not even a slight one.  But I did.  Or maybe my palms were warm from fisting them for too long.  Sometimes, I don't even realize……that's besides the point….I also had a headache.  Guess what doc does?

He leaves me sitting in there for another fifteen minutes. 

He had to eat something. 

I showed compassion. 

Who wants a starving doctor diagnosing them?  Not me.  So I show him my underarm.  Now remember that when I hook up with Googs, it's not a shallow interaction.  I'm looking for explanations, natural remedies, causes, and most importantly, images.  Comparing is vital.  So I find an image (attached) that exactly matches my underarm and what I copied above is what I found when I opened the page.  This thing still doesn't hurt as I sit here.  First thing the amply-dined doctor says is, "hmmmmmm, yeah see, it's a cyst."  I think I shook my head slightly in disagreement, I can't be sure because I kinda spaced out after he said, "I'll just give you an injection and cut…."  He was giggling when I snapped back to reality which only means that my face skewed into the horrified mixed with angry expression of "F you and the food you just ate if you think you're cutting anything of mine!"  For the most part, I think those things.  I don't say them.

Instead, I kindly responded, "Nooooh no, we will try antibiotics first."  He wasn't listening to my lymph node story, in fact, he flat out said, no.  Dude didn't even take my blood pressure!  I didn't make it off the chair, you know how they check your pressure, look into your eyes and ears and go ahhhhhhh…………….no!  Not nothing.  I stood up, lifted my arm and sat down.  Then he happened to see my thyroid and cholesterol tests from thaaaaaat time while I am asking him questions about whether the grapefruit, apple cider vinegar and honey drink that I'd started could have caused this since it's like a detox.  I'm really trying to achieve satisfaction.  He was really trying to get me outa there.  He totally switches the subject and talks about my cholesterol and thyroids and when can I come for a fasting test.  Before I can say, "But doctor?"  In his Indian accent, he rattles, "Come early Saturday, we do the blood tests and check, put you on a small thyroid dosage and…"  Me (fed up-aint nobody came here for that), "No, I need to check with medical aid first."  He then suggested I go into hospital overnight and get all the tests done and the look on my face told him just what he said, "…I know you don't want to stay in hospital."

Here's the problem that I had with that visit yesterday.  Getting through those ten patients after me was more important than being thorough and making sure that all possibilities of something more serious was ruled out.  For me?  The first thing that should have been done is a biopsy, just like the more thorough doctor had previously done a few years ago, on my breast.  Not because I think it's any more serious than it is, but even if it's a 1% chance of it being, then I deserve it being ruled out.  Send it for testing and WHEN IT comes back NEGATIVE, thennnnnn tell me about a cyst or thyroid medication that you want to ram down my throat for the rest of my life.  In the meanwhile, give me the antibiotics and anti-inflammatories.  I had already initially told him that it's slightly tender but not painful.  I have had a recurring cyst before, he knows it and once that sucker inflamed?  By the time the next few hours came?  That pain was a muthafucker!  That pain?  It doesn't exist now.  My nodes might as well be fine as rain.  That's the level of pain I am experiencing right now.  As a woman?  With breasts?  This lump shouldn't just mean, Oh oh oh, wait, lemme guess?!?!?!  Cyst!  It means, lemme rule all possibilities here, so that we're safe.

But what should be about care, is about money.  I won't be using that particular doctor in a hurry again.   

 
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Monday 1 August 2016

Awesome August

It's my boy's birthday month, the big and suweeeeeet ONE SIX and, and, and------ one month closer to meeting my grandbabyboy in December (SooooooO praying that he arrives by the time gran gets there. I want alllllll of the time that I can possibly get with my lil munchkin), so hey? Two for the price of one......reason...... to be happy about this month!

In all honesty? Those aren't the onnnnnly reasons that I love August. I have another. Hmmmmmm? Two. (Ya Rambler blocks face and blushes.....he-he-he!) But, A-HEM! Those? Those are stories for another day.

So, August?!? Yayyyyyyyyyyy! Whoooooop! And hip-hip-hooray!

I hope that you guys find a reason to be grateful for this month and all of those to follow. Lawwwd knows it didn't help me to be flabbergasted about how quickly the months are both approaching and ending. The speed of light comes to mind. Don't you wish that fat disappeared at that crazy rate? Seriously, don't you wish that our metabolism was so fast that we all just reached our goal weight in two days and stayed there for the rest of our lives no matter how much chocolate or fudge we ate? Nod, nod, nod, nod! Me too.

Yeah! Now? Wait------Where are my manners? Sorry, they were distracted by the extraordinary memories of yesteryear. In my Madea voice-------H'lurrrr, e'rybody! Hope you're all well! Me? Awwww, thanks so much for caring. I'm still sewing bags and giving them away. The reactions are priceless. Been writing here and there as well, so my apologies for the extremely lengthy pause in posting.

Guess what's happening on Wednesday-------we have the local elections here in South Africa. That equals a public holiday! ^ _^!!!!!!!!! I will definitely be casting my vote. But I won't be voting for the ANC.

Nope, not, never and ever.


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