Well, it has been an interesting week.
When I was very busy.
Sitting around waiting!
My Dad has not been well.
He has had a sore throat which went to his lungs.
And he was coughing up a storm.
I kept saying he should see the doctor.
But he refused.
My Mother read an article that said antibiotics were no good for flu.
So he said nature had to take it’s course.
Mex phoned me at nine on Friday to say the old man had had a bad night.
I came home and put on my sternest Granny face.
And he capitulated and agreed to see his doctor.
Who turned out to be in Cape Town.
Which is a bit far for a visit.
Anyway, his surgery gave me the number of another doctor who said to come in and wait.
Which we did.
I liked him.
I think I may have found a doctor I can deal with.
We shall have to see.
When he heard about all the different cancers the old man has had he sent us for blood tests.
Then for a cup of really good coffee and back to the doctor.
The old man has chronic bronchitis and a touch of pneumonia.
And he has to take……antibiotics.
Which he tells me are the new craze.
I mentioned Madame Curie and the fact that they have been around as long as me.
Which is a long time.
But he keeps muttering about them and saying they aren’t working.
The fact he is alive tells me they ARE helping.
This is going to be a long post.
If you get bored, feel free to leave.
Today we went for a drive to a produce market.
Where I didn’t buy a thing.
Then we went to a reserve called Cape Recife.
We had to pay to get in.
It was a glorious day and there was hardly anyone there.
My ticker is valid for a week.
I think I shall go again next week when I am more suitably dressed for a nice long walk on the beach.
In the reserve there is a rehabilitation centre for marine life.
It was fascinating.
Meet some of the inmates.
This guy, apparently, has a mental problem.
He doesn’t mix with the others and stands around waiting for fish to drop from the sky.
I think he might be quite shrewd.
He knows a good thing when he sees it.
This is a new comer to the rehab.
You can’t tell male from female until one of them lays an egg.
Presumably the penguins know.
I think this is a female.
She is pretty.
This type of penguin has dots on the chest.
They are all different.
It is as good as a fingerprint.
I thought he had a bad case of bugs.