The weekend was awesome, everything I expected it to be! On Saturday morning we went to the hospital to pick up one of my anti-rejection meds, and I got a chance to show Louz the hospital. Then we got some muffins and had a picnic in the Botanical gardens, and had coffee in the restaurant. There were some thunder going on, so we were scared that we would
be trapped there, but luckily it only rained a bit. After that we went for a bit of shopping, and then we headed to Suzanne's place and had proper lunch and yummy milktart for dessert. We decided go out and have some drinks in the evening, and Suzanne invited a distant cousin of mine who stays just outside Joburg with (Hallo Duan! :-)) He went to school with us, and I haven't talked to him in ages! Was really cool seeing him.
Today we went shopping again, after which we had lunch in Mellville. Had the most delicious baguette's... Then we just came home and had some tea and drove to the airport. When leaving the airport in an absent-minded, happy daze, I paid for my parking ticket and walked to the car. While I was slowly driving towards the exit of the parking garage I realised that I don't actually know what I did with my ticket, and wouldn't be able to get out! I parked again, searched myself and the car and my handbag etc. Gave up, walked back to the pay-station and pressed the HELP button... the voice told me to go to the office on the right side of the garage. She failed to mention whether it was MY right side or the right side in relation to the entrance.. So I first walked towards the latter. Which turned out to be the wrong assumption. I then walked towards the other side (would never have made it with O2, it's a HUGE parking garage!), where I eventually found said office. Told the woman what happened, and she asked for my registration number. Since I haven't had my car for very long, I wasn't sure what it is! So I had to go back to the car, write down the nr, and go back to the office and pay a fine in order to get a new ticket! What a mission! Eventually I made it out of there and successfully conquered the busy highways back home on my own!
The week ahead may be somewhat of a challenge, as all of a sudden I'll be on my own, with my dad working long hours during the day. Not sure what I'll be doing with myself during the day. The only thing I need to do is get a haircut... Will figure something out I guess.
Found a new blog today, which was really touching and upsetting at the same time. It's about a girl with CF needing a transplant, but who is SO sick right now that she's been de-listed. That nust be the most horrible feeling in the world. Praying that she will regain enough strength to be listed once again. Go to http://friendsofpepe.blogspot.com/ if you're interested. Reading that REALLY makes me appreciate my lungs even more. If that's possible.