The Growing Pains Of A Slightly Bent, Not Broken Sunflower: June 2008

Hello Sunflowers! Howdy? Hmmm I just wanted to say I started a job training on Monday and I like it. I've got these 2 exams coming up so I'm studying quite hard. If I pass the exams, I'll start working for them. Hihi.

I wanted to share something with you guys... sorry, sunflowers. I had a real bad pain in my left foot a few minutes ago. I couldn't stand it so I took a painkiller. No big deal. But did you know that people are addicted to painkillers? The slightest pain and they pop pills. I know that because I read an article on it in a magazine somewhere. That's why I'm very careful and think a dozen times before doing painkillers. Since the beginning of this year, I've taken painkillers only three times. That's an average of one pill every two months. Which is like 60 days, 1 pill. Some people take a pill everyday or so. Oh well. Think about your consumption of painkillers.

O yara dhol baja ke, o yara jashn mana ke!

I was at home the other day and heard the sound of "dhol" being beaten. Actually, I had seen what a dhol was like on TV, but had never seen it in real life. I mean the ones we have in Mauritius are completely different. Everybody around here (people in my family) are crazy about dhol. Ash once told me, if you go to an Indian nightclub and they're beating the dhol there, you have to be one lazy arse not to get up and dance since it's wicked. So on that particular day, I heard some loud banging sounds I screamed "Fi! Dhol! Nou al geter!" So me and Preety took the camera and rushed towards the sound. Actually what happened was that a chicken shop had just opened and the owner of the shop was probably Punjabi so that might explain all the commotion. As soon as we reached there, they stopped beating the dhol. We were really dissapointed and said "Please do it again, we came down just to see you" They laughingly told us they were just having a drink of water. Then they started it again. It was wickeddd! I called Kevin to come and listen too. We really wanted to dance and the guys were egging us to. But we knew Kev would be here in a few moments so we didn't. Anyway, there's a few pics.

I burnt myself on Friday. It hurt like hell and it blistered too.

The first blister broke and there was loads of liquid in it. Then another blister came up. By that time Kev was like "Go to the GP" When I went to the GP, the bitch of a receptionist was busy with some work. I just stood there like an idiot for something like a full minute before she acknowledged my presence. I mean what if I had dropped dead during the one minute that went by? I said good morning to her, and that cunt just stared at me blankly and said "Yes?" She didn't even bother to say good morning. I told her that I was burnt and that I didn't have an appointment, if I could see the GP. She just very rudely said "We don't do burns, go to Chaplin Road Hospital" And that's it. Her head just went right back down to her paperwork. I don't understand why people can be so rude. When I later told Ash about it, he told me that I should have told me earlier so that he could have "casse so liki" Hehe. Don't matter, we gonna complain to the NHS. Hehe. Oh well, I went to the hospital and told the doctor that the GP's secretary told me to go straight to the hospital "cos they didn't do burns" She looked at me in a weird way and said "Reeeally?" and smiled. Then I found out that I had a 2nd (!) degree burn and that I should get it dressed everyday or else it might get infected... Today it's looking much better. Yesterday the doctor told me that I no longer needed to come get my dressing done, that it's healing properly. Oh well that's sorted then! :-) Have a nice day.

As from today, flowers are banned from the house because of hay fever. Or should I say because Kev has hay fever. As soon as he woke up he's been sneezing his nose off. So there will be no more bouquets on my chest of drawers and no one has the right to buy flowers. The flowers that are already here have been moved to the kitchen window sill. (N.B The kitchen is a Kevin free zone)

We (Preety and I) were cleaning the house the other day and she was bare tired so she thought she'd sit down on the stool that I had dumped there to keep the door open. I was in the kitchen and she starts to yell "Aveish, there's a guy pissing there! Come quick!" So I took the camera and caught him in the act. I wanted to shout "Smile, you're on pissing camera!" But since he was quite far away, he wouldn't have heard me. So I'm limiting myself to shouting on my blog.