Prozac by another Name

So he finally did it and I didn't even realize I had been duped!

So just a little something to dull all the pain, great me thinks. 'Just fluoxetina' - sounded flowery enough for me so off to the pharmacy i waddled, waddled because of tendinitis and bursitis in both hips - and no don't ask!

Was cheap enough as meds go here, found it strange that the prescription for the 2 steroid injections was given back to me but the 'fluo - whateva' was not, curious after all one gets anti-coagulants without a prescription in Brazil.

Thanks to my dear friend Liz, a nurse, a pain-free injection in the butt later I decided to 'google' the flowery sounding name and staring at me was exactly what I didn't expect or want to see! So what to do .....
I decided to bite the bullet and take them, who knows perhaps he right, it may help.

Four days down the line I only have side effects - loss of appetite, okay so I am not complaining as yet. Fortunately I am allowed to have my daily fermented grape juice tipple so all is well.

In Honour of Freedom Day

I have been reflecting a lot on life lately. 

More than ever it leaves me wondering why we are really on this planet ... at least in my eyes anyway. This morning reading all the comments on various Facebook pages (not peoples pages but Zapiro, Newspapers, SA Promo, the DA and so on) I realize that very few people are really free.  After all what is 'Freedom?' Same as the question - what is 'Peace?' 

18 years ago SA became a democracy, the Rainbow Nation came together and decided on a new future, a new chapter in the history books of South Africa. I have now labelled that era 'The Mandela Years.' Did you know that in August of 1994 I met President Mandela, he gave me a hug and whispered in my ear 'Saam sal ons dit laat werk.' (Together we will make it work.) Funny that he spoke Afrikaans to me - because I was speaking English to him. I felt my heart swell with joy.

He had a vision, but he was also a realist, he knew it would be a tough road, with many changes and many sacrifices. His people listened to him because he was a humble being, much like Gandhi and Mother Teresa. He worked so hard and sacrificed so very much but he knew that it was needed and he could make a difference. And then the Mandela Years ended. 

For a second lets pause here - I am not talking Politics, not my cuppa tea, I am talking about life. Yes LIFE in capital letters. 18 years down the line are South Africans truly free?  

Nothing to Say

There is so much that needs to be said and so much that should be shared but after a break in writing for almost a year - where does one start?

Reality does not feel like reality but a movie that I am watching. My life? What life? Ramblings? Nothing feels real now, waiting for the great director to call out 'CUT' great scene. Only I need to know what the next scene will be.

For years now I have sort of known what to do and where life was leading, now I am at the crossroads and I have no idea which path to take, neither one is the correct one, there is just too much at stake.

I eat, drink and sleep (when I sleep) stroke. I don't question 'why' it simply 'is' but 'why is it?' What is it that I am mean't to be doing that I am not ......

I know life doesn't come with a manual, but it does come with intuition - but that seems to be switched off at the moment.  

Intuition still switched off so going to post - have too many drafts in my folder! Right now criminal novels by Scandinavian writers are just so much nicer than trying to write my own stuff.