I was so hopeful that I had beaten this nasty bug. A day at the spa was just what my imaginary doctor ordered. I felt pummelled and wrapped in mud and filled with wonderful food and wine. I arrived back to the sanctuary moderately filled with vim and mild vigor.
Until I woke in the middle of the night with alternating hot sweats and cold chills. I was literally using my arm as a constant lever with the quilt. And my stomach! FYI: there are 100 steps from my cabin to the outhouse… painful agonizing scary steps in the middle of the night. By the next morning I was nauseous and weak. And done. As in, stick a fork in me, done.
I gave it my best shot but sometimes sheer will just doesn’t win the day. When I crawled on the plane to come to South Africa I believed with all my heart that I could just beat pneumonia with my stubbornness. And to a large extent I did but I think my immune system was so compromised that another bug took advantage and moved in.
So I said my tearful goodbyes to my favourite monkeys and people and decamped to Pretoria where I will stay for a week till I fly to Cape Town, hopefully, in better health than I have now. My current toilet is a mere 11 steps from my bed!! Such luxury.
I am staying in an AirB&B (as usual) and my hostess, Stephanie, has an addiction problem – Japanese Chin dogs. Stop laughing, it is true. When they come at you it is like a moving flokati carpet of blacks, whites and golds!
She has also rescued cats, one of which lives in my suite. Her name is Tinkle, I was worried that she had a tendency of doing so but no, so far she’s been well-behaved other than craving attention.
Of course there must be a fly in every ointment and the one here is a rooster. I loath roosters. If I knew she had one I wouldn’t have touched the place with a 10′ pole. Stephanie has promised to put it in a box in the garage every night. She claims that will work. Other wise I may have rooster for breakfast. She said if I can kill it, I can eat it. Now where have I heard that before? LOL