Go to your happy place.

My happy place, or one of them, at any rate, is depicted in the photograph above. It’s the view from our favourite holiday spot. We are boringly predictable when asked where we’d like to go on a holiday, but it’s always the South Coast. I wouldn’t mind being there right now. When I look at this photo then I am there a little bit in spirit. Just look at the detail, right down to the ginger cat wandering about the garden. And notice the swing-set under the palm tree on the right. We have spent many a happy hour canoodling on that swing. We honeymooned at these particular flats, and have been there three times since. It’s our little home away from home. But this year we’ll have to content ourselves with the photo’s. Thanks to the trials taking up so much of Michael’s leave, we’ll have to pass this year. But I’m sure the beach will still be waiting for us in 2008.

There we are on the beach, Oct 2006. I always get accused of being short, but please note that it’s only because Michael is so darn tall. He’s a honey though, isn’t he?

I’m feeling so skippy and mellow. That horrible anxious feeling I had at night is gone. Yippy! Well, mostly. It’s such a relief. I just can’t worry about crime anymore. Can’t spend my whole life worrying about it. All I can do is trust and hope that it’ll never be a factor in our lives. The anxiety was chemical related. But I’ve been ‘clean’ for a month and a half now. My face doesn’t look puffy anymore and the rash on my back has finally disappeared. Please let the Fingolimod kick in good and solid so that I don’t have to go down the slippery slope of IV steroids again. That’s my wishbone wish for tonight.

My hip is vaguely sore where I bashed it against the gym floor. Stupid thing to do, really.

I’m pleasantly tired now. Time to go snuggle up to my hot-water bottle (a.k.a. Michael). Winter has been dragging its heels in getting here, but I understand there’s a mean cold-spell on its way.

How can life ever be boring?

M and I went to JHB again yesterday for a neuro appointment. On the way back, we stopped at the side of the road to take a photo of the farmhouse that I mentioned last month, and its tiny, matching dog house. Too bloody cute. This photo was taken with M’s cellphone, so the quality isn’t brilliant. You can’t actually see how the dog house is painted to be an exact replica of the farmhouse. How even its ‘gutters’ have been painted to match. But you can get the gist of it, and let your imagination fill in the blanks

The trip to the neuro went quite well. In summary, I’ve gotten no worse than I was, my maculars don’t have oedema (possible side-effect) and my lung function is hunky-dory. So no bad news there, and now I only have to go back in another three  months time. Thank goodness for that! I was getting sick of it, going up every five minutes. I’m pretty sure Michael was too, but we’re out of the woods now, only having to go every 3 months till the end of the trials. The traffic was quite bad. I don’t know how you Jo’burgers handle it!

I went gyming this morning. It went well. The water was deliciously cold. Made me gasp just a little as I got in, and that’s the way I like it. I did 32 laps (800m) and was actually okay afterwards. My back is feeling pretty good from the swimming, it is so worth it.

However, on the way out I may have been a bit overconfident. I was walking alongside my dad, carrying my walker in one hand, when next thing I knew I was sprawled on the floor, in front of everyone. I don’t know what happened. I think I overbalanced and then slipped when I tried to regain it. It happened so fast. I didn’t get hurt much (only my ego) though I did land quite heavily on my side. I was up pretty fast, but I’d had quite an audience and a couple of people came to ask me if I was okay. (At least they asked me directly!). I feel fairly embarassed about the whole thing. There’s only one thing I hate more than falling, and that’s falling in front of people. So unladylike! I hate being a klutz.

My side is a bit tender now, but I reckon I’ll make it. The irony is that I hardly ever fall, considering how bad my balance can be at times. Happens every now and then, though,  just to keep me on my toes.