that’s ill!

wow. it’s been quite a week. it seems that just about every second person i encounter, is ill or is experiencing some kind of drama. and i’ve had both.

ok, so a quick run-down of the past week. last thursday night i met up with a group of actors and pr folks from work at the “emily the strange” launch at 44 stanley, the little boutique mall in auckland park. it was an event organized by a friend of mine and the models looked pretty cool and edgy in their emo outfits. very “suicide girl”. i wore one of the line of dresses i’m working on launching and one of my co-stars, rolanda, wore a one-off  she’d bought from me. both dresses had a great response from everyone. getting lots of encouragement about this new venture. had a pretty great time, most of which was spent in the bar. eventually a number of us regrouped at my house around the heater. i made pop-corn, got out some snacks and we proceeded to raid the liquor cabinet while doing a post-mortem of the fact that one of the people in the party had just been car-jacked.

yes, you heard right.

he’d left the party to go to the gas station and as he was leaving, a bakkie (small truck) pulled infront of him and cut him off. the driver came towards his car and said that everything was fine, but that my friend had left his credit-card at the gas station. as he checked his wallet, he looked up to find  a gun in his face. someone else appeared at his passenger door  and got in. they then drove him to rosettenville and proceeded to take all his cash, cards and  all the snacks he’d just bought at the gas-station and then for some unfathomable reason, let him drive away. the poor guy was underplaying the experience, but he’s pretty shaken up. he was up from cape town for a few weeks and it was his last few days in jhb. i’m sure he’s glad to get the hell out of here.

next morning i was up at the crack with the worst hangover. from hell. and nothing i did seemed to help at all. what i didn’t realize, was that the hangover had segued into (another) migraine. and nothing i did seemed to help at all. OUCH!  one of the camera guys at work offered to kill whoever was responsible for the state i was in and i sheepishly had to admit that that would be me!


the tapas platter

saturday, finally after a year of blogging, i made it to a bloggirls lunch. we, philly girl, ruby letters, mellisoo, boldly benny, angel’s mind, doodles of a journo and arkwife and i , met at cafe sofia in greenside and shared a pitcher or two of sangria and a platter of tapas with angel’s cupcakes being the cherry on top. great to meet some fellow bloggers and make the virtual connections real.

angel's cupcakes

angel's cupcakes

i wore my robe out on sunday

i wore my robe out on sunday

realized at lunch that i was getting sick though, so i stopped at the pharmacy for a voltaren suppository and something for the sinus infection/cold/whatever that was getting ready to chop me down at the ankles. got home and snuggled into thenew fleece robe/coat  i’d spent the morning making and decided to ditch my  contact lenses and get comfortable. as i took out my second lens, it disappeared. i looked all over the basin(with my nose almost right against the porcelain) and when i couldn’t find it, decided that it was probably still in my eye. note to self: be a little more careful digging around around parts of your body which the smallest pressure can turn to jelly. OMG! i did myself such damage. my eye was hurting like a mother (even more so with the migraine applying pressure from within!) and was red and angry looking and gelatinous.



the short story. my character has suddenly been wearing glasses this week to disguise my only now beginning to heal red eye and talking rather (literally)  snottily through her nose. let’s just say that i’ve been feeling VERY sorry for myself.

at least mercury is no longer retrograde so hopefully all the drama will abate soon. i can’t wait.

back to work

day 6 since my micro-laser peel. yesterday i leave on the bismuth subgallate all day. i take the pulmison (south african version of prednisone) yesterday morning, last night and again this morning. when i wake at around 4a.m. after nearly passing out on a combo of  dormicum to sleep and  cough syrup which i’ve taken to ease my burning lungs, i can see that the swelling has gone down considerably. 


after my shower. the area under my eyes starts drawing really tight and i reapply some vaseline.










 i wait till i get to work, before i wash off the rest of the yellow powder and vaseline. everything looks much better, but there’s still a certain amount of crustiness. i’m feeling extremely shaky and my lungs seem to be sand-papered.






angi works wonders on my face. she sprays opsite around my eyes to protect against infection and then very carefully applies my make-up. there’s still a certain amount of crustiness, but it’s well disguised. i’m still somewhat moon-faced, but it’s so much better than i could have hoped.





i look different, somehow, but not that bad.








it actually doesn’t look bad on screen. fortunately my scenes aren’t that long and my character is supposed to be getting ill. the problem is that my throat is starting to hurt like hell, i’m starting to hack, my lungs feel scorched and i’m feverish. for real.

i think it’s taken my last reserves to heal from this infection and the flu which never quite went away, is back with a vengeance. 

now i’m in the green room waiting for my next scenes – i’m trying to dose myself to the gills with degoran, echinacea and vitamin c to boost my immune system. 

“this too shall pass, ” i keep telling myself. i’m so tired of being sick. i set the intention that my body may heal. now i wait.

flu-ing off the handle

one of my favorite directors at work has a stream of invective he let’s loose like a mantra whenever something goes wrong, like when you bash your knee against a chair, or stub your toe, etc.

right now, i could, profoundly profanely, top that.

last night i suddenly realize that i have a sore throat starting to develop, so i gargle with salt water, i take echinacea, i swallow vitamin c, corenza c, drink more hot water and lemon, etc., all in an effort to stave off a full-blown infection. when i wake this morning, my throat feels thick and swollen and sore and my head is completely gunked up. damn!

at work i discover at least 2 more people with the same symptoms. my head is woozy and i have trouble concentrating. a trip to the work doctor later and i’m diagnosed with flu. piss, crap, poes, etc, etc…

i thought i was immune, seeing that i had a flu shot earlier this season, but the prescribing nurse tells me that  it simply means that i might not get as severe a case as someone else. urgh. i walk out with a bag full of meds which make me even woozier. so much for my 10k this weekend. everyone keeps telling me that i’m insane to even consider it and refer to scary tales of inflamed heart muscles. so yeah, once again the goal posts shift as i sit with stabbing pains in my ears. at least i’ve lined up another 10k for sunday 17th, but i’d really like to get this DONE! 

however, i just found the following on a friend’s blog, so maybe i need to just chill – for now.

There are only three answers to our prayers 

1: “Yes” 

2: “Not Yet” 

3: “I thought of something better for you” 

oh, shit, cunt, poes, piel…  uhmn, okay.