a round up

Oh what a week it has been.

 

The last week has been crazy. I got a new phone, some great new furniture for my bedroom (finally) saw Oasis live, and got pulled over by the police. But let’s start at the beginning.

 

Last week Thursday I breathed sighs of relief and literally felt the world moved off my shoulders as I read that Oasis plane had landed in JHB.  Friday was a world wind of activity as I went to JHB stood for a few hours and then screamed myself sore at the sight of Noel and Liam Gallagher. The guy in front of me screamed that he had been waiting for this for 10 years. Some of us have been fans for 15 years. Retrospectively though I feel proudly South African. Dirty Skirts, Zebra  and Giraffe and Cassette did an awesome job.

 

But then it was back to reality and back to Durban on Saturday.

 

Through this time however I’d been following the very interesting story of Kaylee Wallace. Kaylee is two months old and lives in Canada. She was born with a brain disorder that ‘apparently’ meant she would not be able to breathe on her own when she fell asleep. Kaylee’s parent’s found out about one month old Lillian O’Conner who was born with a heat disorder and would not be able to survive without a heart transplant. So the decision to take Kaylee off life support was made so that when she died her heart could then be given to Lillian.

 

Truth is sometimes stranger than fiction. 

 

Kaylee was in the operating theatre, the life support was switched off, and the doctors were ready to pronounce her legally dead. The heart needs to be inactive for a five minutes before you can be legally declared dead. The life support was switched off and Kaylee is still alive today. Almost a week later.  So is Lillian. The doctors are not sure how long Kaylee will live. But her parents have made the decision not to put her back on life support and let her make her own journey.

 

And then back to Sunny SA for more news. Yesterday my car broke down on Mount Edgecombe Drive. Thanks to First for Women it was then taken to Durban Chevrolet for repairs and for them to figure out what was wrong.  We borrowed Tim’s mother’s car to get to work and back. It’s a  really old car and this morning we were pulled over by the police on North Coast Road. The Officer was very  strict and upset that we did not have side mirrors on both sides the car. Upon his discovery that the car was actually older then we were, he was amused beyond belief and we were allowed back on our way into the dense sea of taxi’s and trucks that is North Coast Road.

 

It’s been a week of constant activity and it feels like it might just be the beginning.  The elections are almost upon us and not too soon. I am so very tired of listening to endless political advertising.

 

And lastly. Happy Birthday