The shop on this place was big.
And, as I said before, very busy.
I had to do a lot of heavy lifting.
25lb bags of sugar, flour and maize meal.
Sometimes two at a time.
There came the day when I got a bad pain in my groin.
And went off to see the doctor.
Who had zero bedside manner.
He examined me and promptly announced I had to see a Gynae for a hysterectomy.
Without telling me why.
And my appointment with the Gynae was for ten days later.
So, for ten long days, I walked around wringing my hands and thinking “ I am going to die”
Actually, I didn’t but I DID worry about it gently every now and again.
The specialist was super.
A short little man who took great interest in what colour panties I was wearing.
Ok…he was a bit weird.
He had a look and said I didn’t need the operation right away.
But I would need it sometime in the future.
Because my uterus was ugly.
I tried not to take it personally.
Four kids will do that to a uterus.
Especially two ten pounders.
I decided to have the op and get it over with.
I came home three days after the op and was back in the shop two days later.
In a great deal of pain.
And my German Shepherd decided to give birth to her first litter.
And she panicked.
And started dropping puppies all over the garden.
And I hobbled around after her picking them up and hanging onto my tummy.
I,eventually, calmed her down and put her on a blanket under the shop counter.
And gave her her babies.
And her maternal instinct kicked in.
The next morning I discovered she had moved the pups.
To my horror I found out why she had done it.
The blood had attracted huge red ants.
And the puppies were covered in them.
I did my best.
But they all died.
A really bad day.