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I had quite a tough day, physically. Exacerbation following exacerbation. But I’ve decided not to pay it too much mind. If I do have another relapse, I’m not going to agonize till kingdom come about whether to take IV cortisone or not. If needs be, I’ll book into hospital tomorrow for it, my days of making that decision are over (must I, mustn’t I?) In fact, I’ve had it with putting up with the hospital’s sh*t for a week every time, as well. IF I have to do it again, I’ll go on an out-patient’s basis. The hospital is less than 5 mins away from us, I can just pop in for an hour every morning for 5 days, as opposed to lying there bored out of my bracket for a week. (Not to mention the weirdo roommates that I keep getting)
Yes, I feel much better since coming to this decision.
Anyway, I don’t think it is a relapse. But if it is, I’m prepared. It’s going to take more than a little thing like MS to crack me, that’s for sure!

But onto lighter topics. Check out the e-mail that I got from my dad today. It is a genuine photo of their (massive) dog. The caption roughly translates to: Boss! Help me out, man! This box is getting too f***ing small for me.
I thought it was rather adorable, because this giant dog is just the biggest softie ever, and he thinks he’s still a puppy. His name is Mac. That’s short for Mechanic because he loves lying under cars. Back when he could still fit under one, that is. South Africans will know about that adorable ad on tv, with the slogan: We’re for dogs. I think that about sums it up.

I am Golf Widow no more! This weekend coming has just worked out so perfectly. Michael’s bestest friend is coming to visit, and the pair of them have golf plans for Saturday and Sunday. But here’s the good part. I won’t be there. It is my dad’s birthday, and, as I mentioned, my sis will be in town. So I’m going to stay at my parents for the weekend, and catch up with her. I hardly know this grown-up woman that she is becoming.

The Sound of Music is lovely. I don’t know what I was expecting, but she writes with such gentle wit and warmth that it is just a pleasure to read. I mentioned previously that I’d heard it differed somewhat from the movie, but actually it is remarkably similar so far. That bit where the baroness tells her the captain is in love with her is true, although in the book it’s a princess. I guess the movie producers felt they had to tone it down a bit to make it believable! I like love stories ordinarily, but this is even more enjoyable than your average one, because it’s true. Very simply and beautifully told. There are some Austrian traditions that I find absolutely charming. Apparently they don’t have Father Christmas like we do. No, they actually write letters to the Christ-Child, including a personal promise that each child makes in his/her life, and believe that he comes down from Heaven specially to fetch the letters of good children. Then Saint Niklaus, dressed in Bishop’s garb, comes round to the houses to personally deliver the gifts.
I think this is lovely, much better than teaching our kids to believe in a pagan figure. Only problem is, when kids that believe in Santa hit 7 are 8 years old and realise it’s a hoax, it’s like, okay that was fun and get on with their lives. But what happens when Austrian kiddies realize that the Christ Child doesn’t come down personally to fetch their letters at Christmas time? Isn’t their belief then compromised, as tangible proof crumbles under their feet?So perhaps, after all, it’s better to stick with old Santa from the North Pole…