I’ve had a very hectic week and the only spare time I had was spent trying to get more than just 2 hours sleep a night.
Don’t you just wish sometimes that you could clone yourself so that you can fit everything into your day with some time to spare smelling Super Glue and drawing rude signs on dirty cars?
But then if my clone is half as irritating as the original then it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that the poor thing’s life span might be very short!
Last week I developed all the symptoms of a very bad cold.
My bones felt like a thousand little micro-midgets were happily gnawing away at them, breaking pieces of my bones off and stabbing it into my aching brain. My ears felt like somebody emptied a whole bucket of water into each one and I coughed up huge gigantic ice sculptures with each rasping breath.
Having deeply rooted fears of doctors and dentists, I have been trying to douse myself with herbal medication in order to shove a nuclear bomb up the nether region of the virus and obliterate it out of my system.
According to my local health shop the medicinal properties for the Pelargonium plant is legendary and have been used as an alternative to antibiotics. Well guess what – it worked! Although I was squirting so much of the foul tasting stuff into my mouth that I might as well have gnawed away at the raw product itself like a demented garden gnome!
……but while everybody else around me developed snotty noses, high fever and going off sick for 4-7 days, I ended up holding the fort with nothing more than aching bones and a raw and inflamed throat.
Call me old fashioned – but I am terrified of all the pills being shoved into your body from over-eager doctors. If your body is not given enough time to build up antibodies to a flue virus, then you will be completely at the mercy of every single virulent flue strain that stems from it. I’ve also read that you can become immune to antibiotics and it scares me to death that the day that you need it the most is the day that the antibiotic is rejected by your body.
However this does NOT mean that I’m stupid enough to ignore the warning signs of a more serious problem developing. I know my own body – so the minute I feel it moving to my chest and other organs, then I’m at the doctor very quickly to get my hands on the magic pills. I don’t want a grave stone that says: “Killed by extreme ignorance and stubbornness”.
Now how on earth did I get onto this hobby horse?
Oh yes – I was trying to offer some type of lame excuse for not blogging for a week.
*Jeez woman! You seriously need to stick to the topic at hand!!*
I leave you guys with some pics to show you just how cold it is in Cape Town and why every single Capetonian is busy complaining about the cold and the wet!
Say hello to the Cape Town weather. Not only does the Cape Weather Fairies not give a damn about the amount of foreign visitors to our fair city – it also has no mercy for the poor players freezing their cute butts off playing in the icy cold rain.
Its amazing that no matter how cold it gets and no matter how much your butt is swimming in icy water, you will always find soccer crazy fans happily streaming towards the Stadiums on the Fan Walks in Cape Town. Crazy bunch of idiots!
Every single night I have to fight the animals for a place on my own bed! I’ve never seen such a bunch of lazy arses refusing to go outside and get wet. No wonder my back is giving me trouble – you have to be a contortionist to find a spot between them!
And last but not least – I give you our very own Chester modelling this year’s latest craze…. the Dalmation Hoody! In my defense – it kinda didn’t look this stupid on the hanger and he did look very cold…. 😦