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I am feeling very sorry for myself today :(

I am feeling very sorry for myself today, melancholy is not quite the word I had in mind.  This is not a light blue, this is a blue that is almost black.  I am so homesick today that even a Nicholis Louw song will probably send me over the edge bags packed ready to go home. 

Gerhard is sick, has been since Saturday, and today marks his third visit to healthcare providers of various shapes and sorts and seemingly only today someone bothered to listen, check him out and refer him to a specialist.  Goodness, yes SA has her problems, but at least we know how to be sick in South Africa.  Here we obviously have no clue. 

I am just missing all things about home today, being sick at home is easy, you pop in at Intercare and have a chat to Gerhard, our friendly GP.  You leave with a script and in severe cases injection in bum.  You go to Clicks, you pick up the meds and Bob is your uncle. 

Here, no clue.  We have no jobs, no permanent home, no microwave, no gym, one car, no school, no nanny, no au pair, basically we have each other and the clothes in our many suitcases. 

It just hit me today, we need roots, structure and stability.  Goodness, we are a bunch of friggen unemployed beach bums, I have become what your mothers warned you about years ago. 

I am going to attempt to get Liam to a barber now, then off to pick up Gerhard from the hospital, and then, back to feeling sorry for myself. 

PS.  The barber was closed, so no luck. Gerhard will only see a specialist on Monday and it is my 35th birthday tomorrow.  I am feeling super bleak at the prospect of looking after all three of them and not even being spoilt just a bit.  Woe is me...

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