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Mortymoose
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Gawd! It's depressing getting older......
My partner went to the North to the funeral of his Aunt, well it was not that bad , she was approaching 90..... A good innings indeed...
My other Partner, well his sister, under fifty is battling cancer and is on round 2 of Chemo......
The English HO showed me a photo of a local kid, four or five year old, up in the capital, having chemo for a tumor, part of our badminton family up here...
The English HO's father, down in the Cape, diagnosed in March, stage 4 Lung cancer, that has already spread.....
One of my eccentric customers called last night, "Please inform your staff that my mother passed on last night in the local hospital.....", I had just seen him on Thursday down at the hospital, he was excited, coz he had come to collect his mother.....
Then one of my braai buddies from the local bowling club had just returned from the Cape and was in the store the weekend, I was off, but my staff informed me that I had to go check on my friend as he was looking terrible....
I walked over to his shop and got the fright of my life, this jolly round womanising chap had lost about thirty kilo's.... skin pale , eyes yellowing, he battled to support himself and stood propped up in the door frame as we spoke.....
He was getting his affairs in order..... not sure what went wrong, doctors baffled, complications to his colon from years of type two diabetes...... this guy is three years older than me, and here he was discussing leaving his boys behind...
I stood there dumbfounded......."WTF is going on?, Is the universe trying to tell me something........?" , I pondered as he stabilized himself against the white rusted burglar bars.....
Depressed I walked back to my office........ An hour later I was reading up on low carb diets and asking myself what have I done,
I WA the English HO, "It's low carb diets and high fat all the way ..... " , I informed her........
"What?", came her short reply....
"I just saw R across the street..... he is dying......" , came back my sober reply.....
"You muppet, you're not dying, you play 45 minutes of badminton every day of the week..... you don't drink brandy and coke like he did....... ", she concluded.....
Still it bothers me, is it the age in life that I am...... I feel good save for the odd hernia twinge, the enlarged prostate has been medicated..........
What could go wrong...... for all I see is change and decay all around....
I might have mentioned this before, small town.... but when one of our customers dies in this town, we send a cocktail platter around to their homes, it's a small touch but goes a mile.....
My partner went to the North to the funeral of his Aunt, well it was not that bad , she was approaching 90..... A good innings indeed...
My other Partner, well his sister, under fifty is battling cancer and is on round 2 of Chemo......
The English HO showed me a photo of a local kid, four or five year old, up in the capital, having chemo for a tumor, part of our badminton family up here...
The English HO's father, down in the Cape, diagnosed in March, stage 4 Lung cancer, that has already spread.....
One of my eccentric customers called last night, "Please inform your staff that my mother passed on last night in the local hospital.....", I had just seen him on Thursday down at the hospital, he was excited, coz he had come to collect his mother.....
Then one of my braai buddies from the local bowling club had just returned from the Cape and was in the store the weekend, I was off, but my staff informed me that I had to go check on my friend as he was looking terrible....
I walked over to his shop and got the fright of my life, this jolly round womanising chap had lost about thirty kilo's.... skin pale , eyes yellowing, he battled to support himself and stood propped up in the door frame as we spoke.....
He was getting his affairs in order..... not sure what went wrong, doctors baffled, complications to his colon from years of type two diabetes...... this guy is three years older than me, and here he was discussing leaving his boys behind...
I stood there dumbfounded......."WTF is going on?, Is the universe trying to tell me something........?" , I pondered as he stabilized himself against the white rusted burglar bars.....
Depressed I walked back to my office........ An hour later I was reading up on low carb diets and asking myself what have I done,
I WA the English HO, "It's low carb diets and high fat all the way ..... " , I informed her........
"What?", came her short reply....
"I just saw R across the street..... he is dying......" , came back my sober reply.....
"You muppet, you're not dying, you play 45 minutes of badminton every day of the week..... you don't drink brandy and coke like he did....... ", she concluded.....
Still it bothers me, is it the age in life that I am...... I feel good save for the odd hernia twinge, the enlarged prostate has been medicated..........
What could go wrong...... for all I see is change and decay all around....
I might have mentioned this before, small town.... but when one of our customers dies in this town, we send a cocktail platter around to their homes, it's a small touch but goes a mile.....
