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I still clearly remember thinking what a gorgeous day it was. Thursday brought an endless clear blue sky for the first time in days… but my inner smile quickly turned bitter and by nightfall the recently cried mascara streaks on my face were being washed away by yet another layer of tears. It was a very tiring day at the hospital for Jens and me - not only because we knew that the countdown to Mor's last breath had begun, but because the darkness of death was still so fresh in our memories. Mor was my step-grandmother (Jen's mom) and it is with great sadness that I have to say that Mor passed away quietly in her sleep at 18:40 on Thursday night. My love and prayers go out to Jens whose wife and mother's last hours were far too close than what the Angel of Fairness should've allowed.
Jens and I spent the whole Thursday at the hospital and it was such an emotionally draining day that I looked like death ('scuse the pun) for the rest of the weekend. Then, to make matters worse, on Friday night my contact lens broke in my eye and so I woke up with a swollen eye AND a toothache Saturday morning (no, the toothache is obviously not due to the fact that half the contact lens was still lost in my eye…). So basically my Saturday morning was spent trying to find an emergency dentist - which I luckily did. Obviously the injection took the pain away for a good couple of hours, but by late Saturday night the toothache came back and I needed painkillers IMMEDIATELY and so I spent two hours looking for an emergency pharmacy *sigh* and after driving from Fourways to Sunninghill to Morningside to Olivedale back to Houghton, I FINALLY got home at 1am with painkillers!! (My tooth is actually still throbbing, but I've luckily discovered clove oil. Now, I didn't know that clove is "naeltjie" (in Afrikaans), so when you're not familiar with something, ASK. Don't just dip your whole mouth in the stuff cause it will BURN LIKE HELL (Don't drink it either cause you might start seeing the light. Not that I did this, …..of course).I'm off to see the dentist tom morning and the word "rootcanal" keeps on haunting me in my sleep. Will have to wait and see….). Then on Sunday I spent yet another day at the hospital, but this time with my dad. He got a shoulder operation about 2 weeks ago and he was in AGONY (methinks they pinched a nerve). Basically after this weekend I now know the operating hours of all the hospitals and pharmacies in the area, plus I can recite their hourly parking rates.
Sorry, I know this mail is rather morbid, but everything is hunky-dory otherwise. I'm still very happy in my job…. I love my new home…. I love the fact that I don't ever sit in traffic anymore…. love the fact that I'm losing weight because I cant eat (stupid tooth)… I love the magnificent trees in our street (I definitely consider myself very privileged to live in such a fine-looking street! Ha!)… so even though times are tough and I get challenged around every corner, there is still much to smile and laugh about in this beautiful life! Like just last night I was indulging in a slab of chocolate and Dianne had to chirp in the corner: "Do you think you should be eating chocolate with your sore tooth?" Really now! CHOCOLATE CURES EVERY EVIL. Do you people not know that?!
Hope you're all well and I promise my next mail will be about fluffy bunnies, little puppies and fairy castles. No more bad news!
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