Sure…. you do not realize home renovations means a lot of work. And dust…fine building dust that spreads just everywhere. Into everything. Out builders were here for about a week plastering the walls in the staircase and guest bedroom upstairs. Then I had a lot of sandpapering to do after that. Now walls are painted (and i had to concur my fear of hight while balancing on the balustrade painting the staircase walls) but it took like three layers of paint to get rid off that awful dark pink color that was painted by the previous owner.. It is looking much better although we still need to do part of the floor still (it is raw concrete at the moment) and then decorate the bedroom nicely.

A couple of days ago I had a minor operation done at a hospital here in Joburg. After a couple of hours I could (slowly) go home so at least I did not have to stay over.  I had a so called laparoscopy (titthalsoperation) where they put one tiny camera through my belly button and another further down and look inside.  They removed some (harmless) growths and that was it. I was surprised though about the pain afterwards and worst was the cramp that stayed for days… And of course I was a bit irritated about not being able to finish off the painting upstairs for a while but ok.. at least it is done now and I wont have to go back again. I really do not like hospitals and especially not being put to sleep… This was my second time and it is a strange feeling of getting the drug and then 2 seconds later I am totally gone…. This time I was actually dreaming weird dreams and then I hastily woke up, staring at two nurses shouting “wake up, wake up”. It sounded like shouting to me but they probably did not When I broke my leg in 2006 it was more like drifting away, no dreams and then slowly waking up at the ward in a way you normally wake up. I suppose this time I was a day patient and it it more like “patients on a conveyor belt”…in and out… quickly, we want to go home on time… Anyway hope this was my last hospital encounter for a long time.