Today is the first day of September, and that denotes the first day of Spring for us in South Africa. I had imagined that today I’d be up and about, wearing a very Springy kind of outfit and ready to welcome the new season in with full force.
Instead I’m lying on my bed, as I have been for the past two days, writing this candid blog about a day in my life.
“Are you sure she’s not pregnant?”
“Yes, I’m sure she’s not.”
“And how would you know, you are not with her every moment of her life?”
At this point let me interject and say, I know my sister must’ve been irritated by the pharmacist. “Like dude, why did you ask if you knew that I’m not with her 24/7?”
“I am sure, she said she’s not dizzy but the room is spinning. And I had her close her eyes just to feel her way and walk to the bathroom.”
“So she’s just lying there, like a chicken?”
Let me say, I resent that, what does poultry have to do with any of this? I haven’t even been able to eat the entire day. *picture the indifferent face right here*
“Yes, she’s lying there like a chicken.”
” Are you sure, she isn’t just hung over?”
“No, she’s not. She googled her symptoms and the net says it’s vertigo.”
At this point I’m guessing pharmacist dude is like, “Another one of those Google patients, and I went to school for this.”
“Here, tell her to try this, and if it doesn’t work, tell her to go see a doctor.”
When my sister came back and relayed the story to me, I was least of all impressed. She had gone to the local pharmacy to get me some medication and they’d been true to the stereotype: if it’s a women, don’t rule out the possibility that she’s pregnant. I fought the urge to get out of bed and go give that pharmacist a peace of my mind, just ’cause I’m sick it doesn’t mean I had no sense.
Anyway, I googled the pills and saw that it helped with vertigo so I took them and slept. They’ve actually been working, so today I was able to brush my teeth, shower and write this blog.
Most people probably don’t even know what vertigo is, heck I wouldn’t have known if I hadn’t listened to a podcast a few weeks ago, talking about money and finances. Okay so let me backtrack; vertigo is not a financial condition, I mean it’s not like one can get sick from too much money or the lack there of, but this lady on the podcast had vertigo and happened to mention it in passing. She said she was so sick she couldn’t even step out of bed, or walk to the bathroom, and basically that’s what happened to me.
I went to bed, everything was fine, but when I opened my eyes in the morning the room wouldn’t stop spinning. Thinking my head was playing weird mind games with me I shut my eyes and went back to sleep, but 10 minutes later the room was still spinning wildly out of control. To make matters worse I needed to go to the bathroom, which ordinarily is just next door to my bedroom, but on this occasion it felt like I had to walk was across the street. It had taken so much energy just to walk there that as soon as I passed the threshold for my bedroom, I fell on the floor and lay there for a good 20 minutes. My mum was starting to get really worried at this point, so to inhibit her concerns I just managed to kick the door closed while laying in my chicken position and slithered to back into bed.
After spending the better part of my day in bed I finally decided to Google my symptoms and send my sister out to go and get me some pills. If you didn’t know I have a love/ hate relationship with pills. I’ll try and hold off as long as I possibly can without them; I drank way too many pills when I was diagnosed with Takayasu’s, so I’m not really about that life.
Fortunately I had some lose change I could send her with after I had returned a pair of shoes on Monday in the inner city. I loved the colour and style of the pumps but simply couldn’t keep them after I tried them on and saw the poor quality that they were. Granted that these were only R 99 but still, I just couldn’t wear them and I felt bad for any soul that did. I’m big on thrifting, swopping or even buying bargains, but that didn’t mean I had to compromise on quality – and this was a brand new pair of shoes from a store that is supposed to be international.
Johannesburg Central Business District had become a sight indeed over the years, and I had to pass there on my way to the Gautrain, so I decided to get a refund on the purple pumps I’d bought two days earlier. Dreading the kind of service that I was likely to get, I said a quick prayer and vowed to fight for my consumer rights as I walked into X store. To my surprise, the teller gave me my refund without a fuss and I was on my way to the Johannesburg Park Station to catch the Gautrain to Pretoria.
What a place, it always buzzing with life, and those ready to pick a pocket or two. “All major cities are like that,” I said to self, trying to keep myself calm. Still I had swopped my backpack to the front where I could see any potential threat from an unsavory character as it unraveled in front of me.
One of the security guards at the station saw this and began clapping; like he literally clapped his hands for me and my street smarts. Inner city blues I thought, and kept walking….
Love and peace, Fi