Oh lucky me!
Jun. 29th, 2003 08:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
whotheheckamiI had a little accident yesterday which seems to have compounded my troubles. I was helping Mendi in the garden and managed to chop the top 3mm of the tip of my thumb with a pair of pruning shears; there was blood everywhere! But Nurse Mendi leapt to the rescue and wrapped it up in a HUGE bandage. I'm looking at it now and have realised that I've dropped a few rungs down the evolutionary ladder because I won't have use of my left thumb until it's healed a bit and stopped hurting. I've never had a wound that bled so much and I now know the meaning of blood-soddened bandages.
In other news my chest is still hurting, but I'm feeling a bit better - probably because I've got something different to moan on about ;@)
Last night Mendi and I went to see a performance by a dance-troupe from Zimbabwe called Black Umfolosi. We were accompanied by the following Usual Suspects:
Pixie
Daemongirl
LLL
LLL's friend Wendy and her son
Kanga
Things were extremely stressful because Kanga thought we were being mean to her. Mendi had booked the tickets earlier in the month and Kanga had collected her ticket some days earlier because she had told us that she had plans for the day. We subsequently made our own plans and accepted an invitation to eat a pre-show chilli at Pixie's. As we were driving out of the village I took a call from Kanga on Mendi's mobile - she was asking for a lift to the show. I tild her we couldn't becuse we were already on our way over to see Pixie and have food. At this point Kanga said something that it would have been nice if someone had invited her and hung up. Cue mega-chest pains for your truly! We got to Pixie's and I guess I looked like death (I blamed it on the shock from cuting my thumb and sneaked off for a couple of squirts of nitro-glycerine spray to ease the pains). I don't know why I was feeling like this about Kanga, but I suppose its because I worry for everyone. I managed to have some food to eat, but dreaded going to the performance. I was so stressed up beforehand that I ended up snapping at Daemongirl for no apparent reason - sorry hun! We arrived with barely enough time to take our seats and so I didn't manage to speak to Kanga. However, she ended up sitting a couple of rows back from us and I thought I could feel her eyes boring into me throughout the show - I was nearly puking from the stress and wanted nothing more than to run away and go home.
I realise that Kanga has her own problems and is very low at the moment, but we did not consciously exclude her from our plans and was a bit put out when she had announced beforehand that she would make her own arrangements to get to the show. So I was a lot pissed off with her having a hissy fit at us because she perceived that she had been excluded from out plans when she hadn't.
I managed to apreciate the show despite all this emotional turmoil. The eleven guys were from Bulawayo and but on a perfomance which was a cross between Labysmith Black Mumbazo and Stomp. Acapelo singing and high-energy dance. It was riveting and I was enjoying sitting between Mendi and Pixie as they drooled at the well muscled young gentlemen on stage and compared notes on which of them they'd like to offer asylum to! There was a lot to drool about too, but I couldn't possibly comment if I shed any saliva! ;@)
The highlights of the evening were them tap-dancing in welly-boots whilst wearing boiler suits that had been tied at their waists - no gross-out builders' bum in sight here! However, this was eclipesd by 4 of the guys leaping on stage dressed (almost) in ostrich feather headpieces and a few bits of fur and animal skins!
In summary - a great performance which I would have loved to enjoy a lot more.
I'm going back to bed now to cuddle up with Mendi who is working her way through Harry Potter Book V. We've decided that we're going to have a Mendi and Mel day and the rest of the Usual Suspects can get on with their own lives for 24 hours - we've had enough!!!
In other news my chest is still hurting, but I'm feeling a bit better - probably because I've got something different to moan on about ;@)
Last night Mendi and I went to see a performance by a dance-troupe from Zimbabwe called Black Umfolosi. We were accompanied by the following Usual Suspects:
Pixie
Daemongirl
LLL
LLL's friend Wendy and her son
Kanga
Things were extremely stressful because Kanga thought we were being mean to her. Mendi had booked the tickets earlier in the month and Kanga had collected her ticket some days earlier because she had told us that she had plans for the day. We subsequently made our own plans and accepted an invitation to eat a pre-show chilli at Pixie's. As we were driving out of the village I took a call from Kanga on Mendi's mobile - she was asking for a lift to the show. I tild her we couldn't becuse we were already on our way over to see Pixie and have food. At this point Kanga said something that it would have been nice if someone had invited her and hung up. Cue mega-chest pains for your truly! We got to Pixie's and I guess I looked like death (I blamed it on the shock from cuting my thumb and sneaked off for a couple of squirts of nitro-glycerine spray to ease the pains). I don't know why I was feeling like this about Kanga, but I suppose its because I worry for everyone. I managed to have some food to eat, but dreaded going to the performance. I was so stressed up beforehand that I ended up snapping at Daemongirl for no apparent reason - sorry hun! We arrived with barely enough time to take our seats and so I didn't manage to speak to Kanga. However, she ended up sitting a couple of rows back from us and I thought I could feel her eyes boring into me throughout the show - I was nearly puking from the stress and wanted nothing more than to run away and go home.
I realise that Kanga has her own problems and is very low at the moment, but we did not consciously exclude her from our plans and was a bit put out when she had announced beforehand that she would make her own arrangements to get to the show. So I was a lot pissed off with her having a hissy fit at us because she perceived that she had been excluded from out plans when she hadn't.
I managed to apreciate the show despite all this emotional turmoil. The eleven guys were from Bulawayo and but on a perfomance which was a cross between Labysmith Black Mumbazo and Stomp. Acapelo singing and high-energy dance. It was riveting and I was enjoying sitting between Mendi and Pixie as they drooled at the well muscled young gentlemen on stage and compared notes on which of them they'd like to offer asylum to! There was a lot to drool about too, but I couldn't possibly comment if I shed any saliva! ;@)
The highlights of the evening were them tap-dancing in welly-boots whilst wearing boiler suits that had been tied at their waists - no gross-out builders' bum in sight here! However, this was eclipesd by 4 of the guys leaping on stage dressed (almost) in ostrich feather headpieces and a few bits of fur and animal skins!
In summary - a great performance which I would have loved to enjoy a lot more.
I'm going back to bed now to cuddle up with Mendi who is working her way through Harry Potter Book V. We've decided that we're going to have a Mendi and Mel day and the rest of the Usual Suspects can get on with their own lives for 24 hours - we've had enough!!!
