The Finger

9 years 9 months Ill  … | Physical: Deuce / Mental: Deuce
I recall my mother and father sleeping on the bed that I have been sleeping on! So I guess it must be some sixty years old!

So, last Saturday, it was time for a new one, and we went shopping.

Monday, the bed arrived. And it was also the start of my increased dosage of new medication – week two.

And there was evening and there was morning, one day.

During the night, I experienced my “hallucination”: shouted and screamed, knocked the lamp over, the glass of water and hit my hand against something!

When I woke up, I had a swollen ring finger on my left hand.

I thought it would just go away.

But Dr G Scholtz of Heidelberg, at my brother-in-law Mr A Scholtz’s 60th last Saturday (behold it was very good), told me otherwise, and suggested I see a doctor.

“He rested on the seventh day from all his work”, and the Stapletons braaied with us on Sunday.

On Monday just past, on Dr Scholtz’s recommendation, I saw Dr Butters and Mr Andre Grundling, orthotist extraordinaire!

A torn tendon needs to be strapped for a month, they say, and that coincides with week three of my new meds – one Pexola and one Oxpola three times a day. If I thought I was high last week, come fly with me this week!

And Monday evening I was to address the Uitenhage Rotary Club …

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Welcome Back to the Family


Nine years 8 months Ill | Physical Advantage CBD / Mental Deuce

The very first car that I bought, in my 2nd (3rd?) year at Stellenbosch, was a secondhand (maybe third?)light yellow VW Passat. For the first time, I was a member of the VW family.

The car cost me R2500 and I purchased it thanks to a student loan from the Standard Bank.

My next car was bought in Oudtshoorn at the commencement of my military service at the Infantry School. It was a brand new burgundy red Toyota Corolla with a white stripe, and cost R7000 odd. It ended up in the car graveyard in Rawsonvillle. I wrote about that earlier in a previous blog.

Then I returned to the VW family – a white Jetta (thanks to Bruce) and then a few more Jetta’s and a bright red Kombi thanks to Pick ‘n Pay.

The big time was hit when the Merc was delivered, and the low time when it was collected, after Pick ‘n Pay paid me to resign.

Then followed the French Peugeot era, the one with the glass fishbowl top and the white  diesel one that became Pera’s wheels.

She had arrived there via a VW golf, a red Bantam Bakkie (truck), and a red CitiGolf.

When Pera got the white Peugeot from me, I replaced it with the silver Merc station wagon, and when she thought that a Merc could also be a boat, it ended up in the Markman graveyard and I bought the X-Trail.

Yesterday, thanks to our Salesman Sean and Group 1, the Peugeot was replaced with a white Polo 1.6 TDI Comfortline and so Pera returns to the VW family.

In the meantime, Sean started his vehicle life with the black Polo which has since become Phillip’s wheels. I’m too lazy to get up and look in the filing cabinet to see what the price was, but I could put a few of my first Jetta’s into that Polo! 

So Phillip’s inThe Family!

As for Sean, it’s a different car every day, but that’s the nature of his job. May he sell many more!

And my X-Trail makes me X-Family. 

I’m feeling sad that I may not drive her anymore and she’s feeling lonely locked up in the garage. So I guess we are going to have to find a new caring owner for her. Until then, she’ll come out on high days and holidays! Thats’s what happens when you are not part of The Family. It’s sometimes weddings; often funerals.

“But this is my life and I’m passing on the memories” …


 

Fly Me to the Moon


9 years 8 months Ill |Physical: Adv CBD / Mental : Adv CBD

It’s week 2 of my new medication.

From 1 tablet a day last week ( that’s over and above all the others), I now have to take three a day!

And now I’m flying again.

This morning at 4am, I experienced more side effects. A guy wearing a balaclava put his hand over my mouth and tried to smother me. I screamed! I screamed so loudly that Pera came running through from her bedroom. In the process, I had knocked over my glass of water and the reading lamp. I could have electrocuted myself!

Well, some of this happened and some not!

Lesson no 1 of the new meds: push back the pedastals next to the bed (at least until I’ve acclimatized to the increased dosage).

All very dramatic and very different to our quiet walk along the beach front on Sunday morning. 

We haven’t done that in a long while. 

The morning was crisp. The sea was flat.There was not a breath of wind. The sun was just edging from behind the wispy clouds. 

There were yachts out, canoes, walkers, runners, kids, the elderly – all doing their thing …

In me, the pills were doing their thing, and I was flying – despite the serenity of the occasion. On the positive side, I had not experienced any spasms since Saturday. And I had laid in for a while on Sunday morning, savouring that moment. On the negative side, I was seeing the world through the haziness of my meds again. I guess, you’ve got to take the good with the bad!

We walked from Hobie Beach to Something Good and back. Then a latte at Bluewaters cafe. 

We need to do this more often. 

Tonight is the Thomson retirement function at the Old Grey Club. Forty years for Tommo and thirty years for Pam. I’m looking forward to that and all the old (yes both meanings!) familiar faces.

Fly me to the moon … 

Two Dozen Birthdays


8 Years 8 Months Ill | Physical Advantage CBD / Mental Deuce

Friday 20 May is Sean’s birthday  – his 24th this year. It seems like the other day that we were celebrating his 21st at the North End Power Boat Club!

So, as always in our family, we celebrate special occasions by going out for supper. Sean’s choice was Rocamama’s! It reminded me of Fudruckers in Atlanta which we visited way back in October 2001 – just after September 11 when Sean was 9 and Phillip was 6! Man have they grown taller since then!

And those self-styled Rocamama hamburgers were also tall ones, together with medium chips (French fries), cheese cake and peanut butter milkshakes.  It was a meal with a difference.

Elsewhere on the Internet and on Facebook, you will be able to see the pictures and messages of Sean’s birthday. Funny to think that fifteen years ago there was no Facebook! Now, nothing much goes by unnoticed …

My new tablets are starting to take effect. The first week will be completed tomorrow and I’m starting to feel like Halley’s Comet spinning around the sun. Let’s hope the spasms will stop and the shakes will disappear.

Today, we went to buy a new bed. I’m spending more time lying down and our old one is getting tirED (much like me!). It’s difficult to believe that one bed of today could have bought me two motor cars of yesterday!

And talking about yesterday – this coming week sees us celebrating the retirement of Pam and Neil Thomson after some 30 and 40 years  respectively of teaching at The Grey. I’ll write more about that next week.

Until then, keep the new drugs coming!

Time Flies


9 Years 8 months Ill | Physical: Advantage CBD / Mental: Deuce

Almost a half of 2016 has passed us by. I recall my parents saying that the older ones gets, the quicker time passes by. I thought that was absolute trash. Now, however, I find myself experiencing and saying those self-same things.

During the last five months, I have spent time in St Georges Hospital for my second back operation. Then came that horrible second period of not sitting for six weeks.

I made up for it when I flew to Cape Town where I spent almost a month in the Western Cape. I was the guest speaker at the St Rand Rotary Club and we reminisced about my exchange student year in Oklahoma. There, I met up with Anita Miller and Ken Lester – my guardian while I was in the USA. It was special to have my Aunt, Pat Pretorius, there too.

Then came the HHH 1975 40 year reunion, and I spoke at their Saturday night formal dinner function in the Winelands of the Cape. So many people – so many memories!

I spent a few days with the Wusts in Kleinmond and two weeks with the Wusts in Durbanville. I was joined by the rest of the family to attend my Godson, Robbie Ogilvie’s wedding on 8 April at Rondekuil, Durbanville. Or Should I rather say the marriage celebration of Premanjani Devi Dasi and Jaya Gaura Das, as it was our first experience of a Hare Krishna wedding celebration.

The Friday celebration continued from noon until late that evening. Then we went to 11 Bell Street Paarl (soon to be sold) to supper and sleepover with the Peaches. The next morning, Sean and Phillip went to Stellenbosch to watch the Grey vs Paul Roos derby encounters.

Pera and I joined the Ogilvie family at wine tasting, lunch and almost supper on the family wine farm, Altydgedacht, just outside Durbanville.

We drove back to Port Elizabeth on Sunday with a stop in Plettenberg Bay to offload David Bryant and to visit a while at the Bryant’s.

I had no sooner got back to PE when I was informed of the passing of classmate Derek Dollman. So another flight back to the Western Cape for that funeral. Thanks to the Smits, Riaan and his wife, for their hospitality in looking after me.

And thanks to Lance Faure for the lifts, the friendship and their hospitality during my stays in the Cape.

I cancelled my trip to Stellenbosch Helshoogte Old Boy’s meeting this past Friday. On Saturday we spent the afternoon with Ingrid and Anton and it was good catching up. Sunday we had lunch together with the boys and Pera’s mom for Mothers Day at the PE Deep Sea Diving Club.

I have left out much and many. Please forgive me – I will amend later! The joys of computers!

And now it’s the week of the mother of all reunions in Port Elizabeth at The Grey, and Pera’s 40th at Collegiate. PE will be abuzz with those reunions and those at Pearson and Victoria Park High.

Music at the Selley Concert, meals at the various dinners around town, drinks at the pubs and camaraderie in the City will see this week speed by, too.

We’ll chat next week …

Hare Krishna Hare Krishna

Krishna Krishna Hare Hare

Hare Rama Hare Rama

Rama Rama Hare Hare

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RIP Garry Clarke

Wednesday 20 January 2016 | Our 26th wedding anniversary | ill 9 years 4 months | Deuce

Twice in the last few days I have written a blog that has disappeared into cyberspace! I am distraught.

All that remains is Garry’s picture! I guess that’s life. All we leave behind is our legacy and our pictures!

So, third time lucky …

I saw the neurosurgeon two weeks ago today, after returning from leave at St Francis. By then, the pain was once again excruciating. Another xray and MRI scan showed up fluid on my spinal cord, creating pressure and pain.

So, onto steroids and cortisone for a week. That lead to being absolutely pain free by the Saturday.

But, it returned. So last week Thursday I was back with the specialist. Another op in the making …

However he gave me a week’s respite and more pills … Thank goodness my hospice carer takes note because I’m forgetting … Carbilev 10 a day, lyrica 2, betanoid 6, nexmezol 1, tramacet 4, … I’m flying high!

But tomorrow is D-day. And a decision will be taken to operate again or not. The pain is erratic, from none to some. It’s wearing me down!

In the meantime, life carries on. And so does death. During the last two weeks, we have lost so many singers and musicians. All off to the Concert in the Cosmos. And we lost Garry Clarke – Old Grey who matriculated two years before I started teaching at Grey.

He was diagnosed with MS, and despite similar bouts of pain, he always had that smile on his face.

I attended his funeral on Monday, and went to the Old Grey Club afterwards. It was great getting out and seeing so many friends and acquaintances.

I’ll keep in touch, and hope not to lose any more blogs …

The Sounds of Silence

Its been a week since my back op. Thanks for the good wishes. I’ve been rather quiet in cyber space, partly because of the pain, the uncomfortableness of lying on my back, and however many other excuses. Slowly – I will return! Marchons! Marchons!

Spring has Sprung

  
9 years 1 month ill | Physical: Adv CBD / Mental: Deuce

I haven’t written for a long while not since we returned from Canada and the USA. This has been as a result of numerous activities that have kept me busy, but mostly because of my health and all the pain that I have had to endure over the past few months.

Firstly, let me thank all those people who made it possible for Pera and I to travel to the Americas. I shall write more about that when I have the chance. Glynn and Carol andthe whole Jones family and the Whitley’s and Frederick’s in the USA – thank you so very much for making it all possible. I had never thought that I would see you all again. And to those of you who were at school with me in Oklahoma and made huge efforts to come and see me – thanks again!

Please remember that our home is always open for those of you who are brave enough to cross the Atlantic pond and to visit Africa – you will not be disappointed!

So much has happened since we got back. On the world stage there have been all kinds of political developments – the world is in turmoil and everyone appears to be on the move looking for a better place to live. There have been wars and more wars; planes, buses, boats and cars have crashed; people have been injured, friends and family have passed away; governments and politicians have come and gone, babies have been born, and only the Queeen of England remains steadfast in an ever changing world!

There have been all the geographical occurrences: earthquakes, typhoons, tornadoes, global warming, and even the discovery of ancient Naledi humanoids and etc etc etc.

On the health-front, the very reason for me trying to stay in contact with you, I have seen a steady decline in a number of areas including my walking, speech, memory and for the first time ongoing excruciating pain in my  backside. I have used my walking stick, my crutches, a walker, a wheelchair and my golf cart!

I have seen doctors, physio’s,chiro’s, specialists, taken pills, medicine, et al and had exercises, massages, et al and more.  I have become the proverbial Guinea pig! Still the pain persists!

Hopefully, my visit this week to the neuro-surgeon will result in something more concrete, and a solution to the problem. The good news is that the pain is not related to the CBD. The bad news is that there is a physical problem in my lower spine.

I have not traveled much since getting back from Canada. We did however, manage a quick flying visit to Keurboomstrand to see our family from Bristol in the Uk. It was great being able to visit with cousin Margaret and Gerome and their family. 

So, as we enter spring and the season of new life, we look forward to new beginnings and I hope, a solution to this ongoing pain.

As I remember more events to share with you, I will add to my blogs. Thanks for reading, for caring and sharing.

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The New World (Day 1)

(c) 2015 Edward C Lunnon / 8 years 9 months ill … / Physical: Deuce – Mental: Deuce

Monday 15 June

 
I spent most of Sunday night up and about – an upset tummy is not what you want on the night before your departure! All yesterday’s lovely steak gone and all my pills gone!

Not a good start on our way to the Northern Hemisphere!

Anyway, feeling a bit jaded as we do the last minute packing and head off to the PE Airport at noon – Phillip at the wheel and Sean to join us at the airport.

More later  …