A ‘Mouse’ Squatting in my Boob

I’ve always been aware of #breastcancerawareness but after this, I am a lot more serious about it. Ladies (and gents), please check your boobs for irregularities regularly. If you don’t know how, speak to a local healthcare practitioner.

It was a normal Monday morning shower. Until it wasn’t anymore. There I was, warm water cascading down over me, yet I was ice-cold with an indescribable feeling of dread; I had felt something unusual in my right boob – a hard lump. Could it be cancer? Nah, surely not?! But maybe… no, don’t be stupid! There’s no history of breast cancer in the family…but what about on your biological father’s side? It could be cancer… you’re at that age… These are just a few of the things that milled through my head the entire day. Needless to say, I hardly slept. I kept waking up during the night poking my boob. As sure as the earth rotates on its axis the knob was still there, feeling to me to be about the size of an old one Rand coin.

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Heartbreak Autopsy

Does the hurt you caused me ever sucker punch you unexpectedly?
Do you ever feel enveloped by a storm of sadness?
Do you ever wonder if I’ve wanted to die because of it?

Your broken promises are splinters of glass in my mind
“I’ll never hurt you” – the salt in my wounds

Do you ever have to stifle screams of terror at night
As the memories choke you with their icy hands
Their bony fingers squeezing the throat your lips often caressed

Silent tears flow as panic threatens to turn to hate
“I’m sorry” – the word I damn to Hell

I try to sleep to silence the voices in my head
My rest plagued by inescapable rooms
Every door I open leads to another dungeon of heartache

My bed is cold, a sanitized, steel slab
You make the Y-incision with the diamond of her engagement ring

Did she stand beside you as you cracked my ribs
To remove my still-beating heart?
Our end: your start

Day 161: Knowing Me, Not Knowing You

In an attempt to draft a ‘getting to know me better’ post for you, my awesome readers, I put a post on FB which read, ‘if you could ask me any question, what would it be?’ The response wasn’t all that great, so I searched ‘how well do you know me’ images online and found one with thirty questions:

Do you have an addiction?

If I had to admit an addiction, it would be ice-cream. It is one of the few things I can’t resist – even when the weather is colder than the ice-cream is.

Who is/are your best friend(s)?

I have many besties – all for different reasons. It wouldn’t be fair to single out only one or two.

When is your birthday?

Soon – September 22nd.

What is your current mood?

I’m still a bit cheesed off because of Stage 4 loadshedding, but I’m feeling remarkably chipper otherwise.

What is/are your favourite animal(s)?

I love any kind of cat. Oh, and baby elephants. I am fond of birds too.

What is your favourite cartoon?

I will never tire of the roadrunner and Wile E. Coyote.

What is/are your favourite movie(s)?

The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Dirty Dancing, Fatal Attraction, A Few Good Men, An Officer & a Gentleman, Dead Poet’s Society, Shanghai Noon, The Holiday, Two Weeks’ Notice, and Notting Hill.

What is your favourite colour?

Purple.

What is/are your favourite food(s)?

Homemade: The Toppie’s curry or The Bean’s cottage pie. If I splash out at a restaurant, I prefer a medium-rare steak, sushi, or seafood.

Which of your girlfriends do you trust?

All of them – we wouldn’t have a friendship without trust?

Which of your guy friends do you trust?

See the answer above.

What is/are your favourite TV Show(s)?

Lately I’ve been watching Nurses and Pure Genius and loving them. A few of my all-time favourites though are: Bones, Dr Who, NCIS (all of them), and Suits.

Do you have any insecurities?

Show me someone who doesn’t, and I’ll show you a liar.

What is the last lame joke you heard?

On AlgoaFM Breakfast yesterday, Charlie T told this one:

A woman goes shopping and when she gets back to her car, she sees she locked her keys inside. A man stops, asking if he can help She explains what happens and the man removes his pants, wiping them across the lock on the door and it springs up. She asks how he did it and he replies, ‘these are my khaki pants.´

Who is the last person you hugged?

The Bean

What is/are your favourite hobby(ies)?

Blogging and more recently, cooking.

Who is the last person you texted?

My colleague, Nikita.

What is a random fact about you?

Before I got my braces, I could fit my fist in my mouth.

What is your current relationship status?

I’m so single that if I was a dollar a stripper’s g-string would spit me out.

Do you have any children?

Of my womb, no; of my heart, many.

Who/What do you miss?

Charlie, Suki, Carmen, and my mind most days.

What is something you hate?

Being woken up when I’m not fully rested. Seriously. Just. Don’t!

What is something you love?

Spending time with my parents and with my friends.

What is something you want?

To travel abroad again.

Who is the last person you called?

If you must know, it was Teresa – and that was on Tuesday night.

Where are you from?

Earth

What do you look for in a significant other?

Honesty, integrity, loyalty, trustworthiness, and compassion.

Do you have a morning routine?

Yes. Most mornings it is to try to get to the office on time after working from home for almost five months.

How much do you weigh?

More than I should.

And lastly…

How tall are you?

Not as tall as I’d like!

Day 123: Wyn vir die Pyn (Wine for the Pain)

If there was a Pandemic Prevention Olympics, South Africa would be on the podium taking gold medals by the barrel full. We’ve had the longest #Coronavirus lockdown in the world.

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Day One Hundred and Whatever! Who Cares? I’m Freezing!

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Day 103: World Chocolate Day

It’s been a while since I’ve written a grocery list, let alone a blog post. A friend sent me a message on Friday telling me she misses me – and my blog.

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Days 82 & 83: Turning Mishaps into Masterpieces

If for nothing else, this lockdown has taught me to utilise my kitchen. I am not going to lie – if The Cave didn’t come with a dishwasher included in the rent, I would be living in PB&J sammies, served on paper plates and drinking my coffee out of a paper cup.

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Days 12 and 13: Pets Control

Yes, you read right. I did not have a dyslexic moment. The major portion of this post is going to be about my friends’ pets, and how furry, feathered, and scaled companions have made lockdown easier for many, including myself.

For those of you that are inclined to have Seriously-Sensitive-Susan moments, a great deal of this post is written tongue-in-cheek. The idea is not to offend, but to bring humour, and hope. Please read (and accept) it in that way.

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