Anger and Sadness
Been away for a while - reason below. In the meantime, time for a few rants!
1. The guy I sold my car to in December hasn’t changed the ownership papers. He now has over R800 (about $115) in outstanding traffic fines - all in my name!!! Plus, he’s now claiming it’s not his problem and he sold the car to a dealer two months ago - but you can clearly see it’s him in one of the photographs! Grrrrrrrrr.
2. An idiotic judge in this illustrious country’s constitutional court has ruled that non-consensual anal penetration of a male cannot be classed as rape, but non-consensual anal penetration of a female is classed as rape… WTF!!! What happened to equality between sexes etc??? We are holding ourselves up as a ‘developed nation’, bragging about legalizing gay marriage and then come up with this bullshit!
Okay - got that off my chest. Now the really bad news. I’ve been out of town for a while. My dad has been diagnosed with cancer of the oesophagus, and was scheduled for surgery to remove the oesophagus and part of his stomach, and replace it with a healthy part of his colon. After four hours of surgery, they decided it was too far gone and sewed him back up again - the “small” tumour on his pyloric valve has spread to his pancreas, spleen and large intestine. So - it’s just a matter of time. He’s going to try chemo, but the prognosis is that he has a 40% chance of living out the year, and a 10% chance of living 5 years - and that’s with the chemo. He as yet has no idea how bad it is. The doctors have just told him that the lower tumour was “in too awkward a place” to remove - they want him to regain some strength after the surgery before they tell him. So basically I’ve been going to the hospital three times a day to lie to him. I know he’s almost 70, but he’s so fit and strong and youthful; most people (including the surgeon when he first saw him) put his age at around 55 - 57, so it was a real shock to us all. I always thought he’d either go in a road-rage incident (he’s a terrible driver), or my stepmom would knife him in his sleep (imagine Paul Teutel Snr, but a lot smaller)! Anyways, all we can do is look at the positive - for now, his quality of life is good, and we just have to wait and see.
Honestly - I would just love a year without drama. It would make a nice change!!! I know the old platitude “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” and all that bull, but I’m so fucking tired of it all. It seems very selfish, but that’s the way I feel right now.
1. The guy I sold my car to in December hasn’t changed the ownership papers. He now has over R800 (about $115) in outstanding traffic fines - all in my name!!! Plus, he’s now claiming it’s not his problem and he sold the car to a dealer two months ago - but you can clearly see it’s him in one of the photographs! Grrrrrrrrr.
2. An idiotic judge in this illustrious country’s constitutional court has ruled that non-consensual anal penetration of a male cannot be classed as rape, but non-consensual anal penetration of a female is classed as rape… WTF!!! What happened to equality between sexes etc??? We are holding ourselves up as a ‘developed nation’, bragging about legalizing gay marriage and then come up with this bullshit!
Okay - got that off my chest. Now the really bad news. I’ve been out of town for a while. My dad has been diagnosed with cancer of the oesophagus, and was scheduled for surgery to remove the oesophagus and part of his stomach, and replace it with a healthy part of his colon. After four hours of surgery, they decided it was too far gone and sewed him back up again - the “small” tumour on his pyloric valve has spread to his pancreas, spleen and large intestine. So - it’s just a matter of time. He’s going to try chemo, but the prognosis is that he has a 40% chance of living out the year, and a 10% chance of living 5 years - and that’s with the chemo. He as yet has no idea how bad it is. The doctors have just told him that the lower tumour was “in too awkward a place” to remove - they want him to regain some strength after the surgery before they tell him. So basically I’ve been going to the hospital three times a day to lie to him. I know he’s almost 70, but he’s so fit and strong and youthful; most people (including the surgeon when he first saw him) put his age at around 55 - 57, so it was a real shock to us all. I always thought he’d either go in a road-rage incident (he’s a terrible driver), or my stepmom would knife him in his sleep (imagine Paul Teutel Snr, but a lot smaller)! Anyways, all we can do is look at the positive - for now, his quality of life is good, and we just have to wait and see.
Honestly - I would just love a year without drama. It would make a nice change!!! I know the old platitude “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” and all that bull, but I’m so fucking tired of it all. It seems very selfish, but that’s the way I feel right now.