We finally know what’s wrong…

I haven’t been around, not because I didn’t want to be here, but I have not been well.

Remember this post?

Well at the end of March I got “sick” again. The headaches didn’t let up and the pain in my face was getting worse and worse. After drinking a box of Advil in five days, I realised it had to be more than just sinus.

Off to the GP I went and he took x-rays, but there was no sign of sinus. He wanted to do an MRI but a specialist has to request it. So he made an appointment with the ENT.

I am not scared of Doctors, however, after the experience with the ENT I have come to the conclusion that I am terrified of her!

She did an internal examination of my sinus cavity and I was so swollen inside that it felt like she was slicing into my brain. All she said was breathe and no matter how I breathed it was sore.

Her conclusion was that there was a growth in my sinuses and wanted to operate but said I first needed to go for a CT scan because of the fact that I was so tender.

After paying R 1 600 as co-payment for the CT scan and R 850 for the first appointment with the ENT I am officially broke… even though I have a medical aid. But that’s a story for another day.

But thanks to the CT scan, this is what they found:

That bubble is a cyst on my one tooth. The same tooth that got a crown last year…

That meant that I had to go back to the Dentist… the first place I visited months ago.

So last Friday afternoon, the Dentist drilled a hole in the tooth to the cyst and once he got to the bubble, the cyst started draining immediately.

He said to keep the hole open for the weekend and he instructed me to come back the Monday morning to plug the hole.

An open tooth the whole weekend? Let me tell you, it was NOT fun. Foooookin hell it was sore.

He plugged it on Monday morning before work and I had to go back yesterday to start with the filling, but on Wednesday my face was aching and the headache was back. The pressure was building. Got back yesterday and he opened the plug…

It drained, and drained, and drained. He sucked the stuff out with that machine of his and then it drained some more.

He was really shocked. He didn’t do the filling, he said to leave the hole open till Tuesday. He gave me an antibiotic this time too.

So I am sitting here, with a tender tooth, a swollen face and eating anything is difficult because I can only chew on one side again. Oh and the best part? I am cashless for the weekend. *major facepalm*

Anyways, at least it is only a cyst and nothing more serious. Thank God.

Let’s hope everything works out otherwise he’ll have to take he tooth, which is luckily towards the back of my mouth. Somehow, I don’t think the tooth fairy is gonna reward me for this.

Anyways, let me go have my antibiotic.

Enjoy your long weekend.

PS, love looking at my CT scan… amazing how awesome the human body is. 😊


Niks beters as om in Afrikaans te vry nie…

Ja… jy het die opskrif reg gelees.

Die lirieke van dié liedjie is pragtig en as ‘n man my hart wil wen, sal hy maar dié woorde moet onthou…

Ek eet jou appelkose
kyk, ek drink jou wyn
Ek saai my waatlemoene
in die lippe van jou tuin

Jou asem in my hare
voel ek jou lyf se rondings lê
Waar ek voor die wete staan,
want baby, ek wil jou hê

Is ek met of is ek sonder jou?
Wat is dit wat my so aan jou laat klou?
Dalk is ek net verslaaf aan jou?
Of sê dis sterre wat in jou oë lê

Ek dors so vir jou woorde,
soos net jy dit kan les.”

Dankie Anton Goosen, vir al die lirieke en liedjies wat ek vandag weer ontdek het.

The Bachelor and his ladies

I have been reluctantly watching the Bachelor SA… but what I want to know is… why do beautiful women like that fight for a man’s attention?

Hell you’d think he was God’s gift the way they carry on.

Why do you they put themselves through this?

I mean there are attorneys, quantity surveyors, scientists, entrepreneurs… bright and intelligent women… successful chicks who sulk as soon as he doesn’t look their way or get jealous when he asks another one of their competitors on a date, or get weepy when he kisses another girl…

What did you expect? There is one of him and 24 (then it was six and now four) of you. All hoping for a “connection”. He has to find out what he likes and doesn’t like.

If you feel he isn’t giving you the attention you want or need then walk away…

Shit… can I be giving my view about it all? Just look at the breakdown I had when I walked away, and that was in the privacy of my own home. But that’s why I am not on national TV. 😉


Why stay just so you can get a rose?

Why allow a man to dictate your self-worth?

Why allow a man to make you feel special?

Why allow him to have such an impact on your emotions?

How do you expect to “fall in love” in a matter of days or weeks?

Maybe I am missing the point of it all?

Maybe I feel it should take a little more to just fall in love.

Maybe I am weird, but I would never think of doing a show like that. Especially not on TV for the whole of South Africa to see.

Everyone of of these women had a hope for love, but is national TV the place to find it?

Anyways, that’s my Thursday rant… have a good evening further.

Onder in my whiskey glas sien ek jou weer

Onder in my whiskey glas sien ek jou weer
onthou ek hoe ons was, maar nou’s my hart so seer
Die kroeg se deur is toe, wasem hang in donker lug
Ek lig my glas op om te proe, maar voor my sien ek jou gesig

Onder in my, onder in my,
onder in my whiskey glas
is jy nog aan my vas

Ek het jou verruil vir die droom van ‘n duisend kontinente
maar nou sien ek my glas se boom en ek tel my laaste sente
Jy’s orals in my hier vannag, ek voel jou in my lewe
whiskey is hard en jy is sag, jy is bo drank verhewe

Onder in my, onder in my,
onder in my whiskey glas
is jy nog aan my vas

Drie skepe moes my wegvoer na lande ver van hier
maar daar’s skimme op die vloer en visioene in my bier
Ek weet ek was verkeerd gewees, my oë traan, my maag wil draai
my drome was nog vis nog vlees, drie skepe het my hart verraai

Onder in my, onder in my,
onder in my whiskey glas
is jy nog aan my vas

Tuesday Tune: Chasing cars

I’ve been stuck at the hospital for most of the day for tests and as always when at the hospital, I imagine that the cast of Grey’s Anatomy are going to pop up. Yes, I have watched too much TV… but wouldn’t it be awesome if McDreamy could just rock up in a white coat and file? 😉

Anyways, this post isn’t about my Doctor fantasy… I’ll save you from that.

So, this song was made famous in a Grey’s Anatomy episode during the “Denny” scene in Season 2.

And then again when Derek died… the clip below not the official video but a cool one nonetheless:

My favorite quote from the episode:

The first time I kissed my wife, she wasn’t my wife then, she was just this girl in a bar. But when we kissed, it was like, I gotta tell you, it was like I’d never kissed any other woman before. It was like my first kiss. The right kiss.”

And, another favorite quote, which only happens in TV and movie land:

I lied, I’m not out of this relationship. I’m in. I’m so in it’s humiliating because here I am begging…Okay here it is. Your choice, it’s simple: her or me and I’m sure she’s really great, but Derek I love you in a really, really big way. Pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio above my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me, choose me, love me.

*sigh* I remember being hooked that show…

Anyways, here it is, my hospital song:

Chasing cars
Snow Patrol

We’ll do it all
On our own

We don’t need
Or anyone

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I don’t quite know
How to say
How I feel

Those three words
Are said too much
They’re not enough

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we’re told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that’s bursting into life

Let’s waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads

I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we’re told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that’s bursting into life

All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they’re all I can see

I don’t know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

8 April – a special day for me

This date has always been a special date for me.

Mainly because it is my Father’s birthday. So, it is only appropriate to wish Dad a happy birthday so early in the morning.

Veels geluk Pa Barend met Pa se Verjaarsdag. Ons dink aan Pa en mis Pa baie. Geen woorde kan beskryf hoe lief ons vir Pa is nie.


My Dad would have been 77 today, however, God thought it best to take him much earlier than that.

My Dad was only 66 when he passed away. He was ill and not the man he used to be and that is sad, when your hero, a big strapping man, deteriorate in front of your eyes.

I was 24 when he left and I still think I was too young to lose him.

Losing Dad, is partly the reason why I get upset when children “throw” their parents away in homes or get angry with them and choose not to speak to them. You don’t know what precious time you’re losing.

Anyways, looking back I should have taken more notice when we went on holiday when I was 18 and he spoke about the history of the family farm…. which I found out that there is a title deed for.

I wish he was there the day I graduated from varsity cause he drove me to my interviews with my bursary people but made me go in alone. He waited in the car while I fought for my future, believing that I could do it on my own.

He was always the silent support behind me, and was there no matter what.

I miss him so… especially on days like today when I wake up crying. I don’t think the rainy weather isn’t helping either.

Anyways, 8 April seems to be a good day for me always. Here are some fond memories:

11 years ago today my dissertation at varsity was approved. A great day. I was off and celebrated with Mom and Dad. He was already at the home and didn’t understand the fuss. (See Dad has an early onset of Alzheimer’s.) But I graduated the following year. Writing and focusing on the work kept me going.

Then eight years ago I won a pair of Ray Ban Aviators at a Raffle at church.

Then six years ago, I found out I had won tickets to the opening of the Gerard Butler movie, Olympus has Fallen. Remember my posts?

Three years ago I could say Tim was celebrating with my Dad… enough on that before I cry again.

I know it is early yet, but, I pray that today be a blessed Monday. Enjoy your day too.