Who’s in the garden this morning?

• 9 warthogs – inc. Peter, Paul, and Mary, and Fred, and Ethyl
• 11 bushbucks – inc. Chewy and Thick Neck
• 2 wildebeest – inc. Hal and CF (aka Crooked Face)
• 25 mongoose
• Frank and The Misses

Over the past week, when the worst of the virus I contracted from where, I don’t know, I’ve struggled to do the posts each day. My thoughts were scattered, my photos were few, and I had difficulty coming up with a topic to encompass most of the text each day.

Today isn’t a lot different. I am still a bit foggy and under the weather, although the sore throat, breathing issues, and cough have improved dramatically in the past few days. Unfortunately, tonight, we’ve had to cancel our dinner reservation with Rita and Gerhard at Jabula. I am not up to going out yet.  So instead, we’ll do takeaway from Jabula for the items we’d have ordered at the restaurant.

It will be an easy day for me with laundry dried, folded, and put away and nothing to cook for dinner. Of course, Tom had been more than willing to do “my jobs” all week, but I felt I needed to keep moving to recover sooner. Laying in bed while sick is not my thing. So I always try to do a little around the house.

My biggest problem these past 11 days since this virus began; each day, I considered posting a notice that read, “Sorry, readers. Due to illness, there won’t be a post today” I didn’t want to lie and say there was another reason. After all, we have always promised to be transparent here, and there have been few exceptions.

I didn’t mention being sick on a few occasions, realizing that our readers may be “sick and tired” of reading about me being “sick and tired.” I get that. When we began our world travels, we knew that with my past less-than-ideal health issues, due to genetics, certainly not a lifestyle, that this risk existed that I’d be sick from time to time.

We never once had a doctor’s appointment the first few years, even with the countless times we both became ill with viruses we caught while cruising. We managed it all on our own, mentioning some of the cases, but not all. We didn’t want to lose readers from complaining about illness.

But, let’s face it, as we age, we are all subject to becoming ill. Ask a person over 65 how often they’ve visited their family practice physician or a specialist in a typical year. Of course, fewer people took the risk of being at their doctor’s office during the pandemic, fearful of Covid-19, and rightfully so.

Yes, I am stuck with bad genetics. Regardless of how hard I’ve worked on improving my lifestyle, eating a suitable diet for me, exercising, and avoiding stress, I still can’t avoid becoming ill from time to time. Although I don’t smoke, drink in excess, only consume small amounts of low alcohol wine, avoid unnecessary risks, I can’t prevent days such as I experienced beginning a week ago Tuesday when the virus symptoms began.

Why would we keep wanting to travel the world with this fact in mind? Simply put, because we want to. That’s not me. I have no desire to become a perpetual patient, living in a retirement facility, going to see the doctor once a month or more. That’s not us. After all, I survived major open-heart surgery here in South Africa 27 months ago, and we’ve since been able to do considerable traveling, enjoying every new experience along the way. Happiness surely must account for a portion of good health.

Yes, we both accept the reality that we’ll have to stop traveling sometime in the next several years. But, the thoughts hover in our minds that perhaps we’ll be able to travel to some degree when that time comes. But, like always, we’ll figure it out then, not now. So, now, we’re living life on our terms, with the only thing over our heads at the moment is the fact that we need to go somewhere for our visa stamps in 33 days. We’ll figure it all out.

We hope you are healthy and enjoying life on your terms. Happy day!

Photo from one year ago today, May 29, 2020:

Tom had to duck his head to enter the house at the Connemara Heritage and History Center. For more photos posted one year ago, please click here.

 Who’s in the garden this morning?

• 13 warthogs
• 17 bushbucks
• 16 kudus
• 1 wildebeest – Broken Horn
• Frank and The Misses

Right now, as I write at 9:00 am, there are 13 animals in the garden, including Broken Horn (wildebeest), 5 kudus, 4 bushbucks, and 3 warthogs. As soon as this batch departs, a new batch will arrive, entertaining us all day long. Two of the warthogs, Fred and Ethyl, who live here, only leaving for short periods, return to sleep during the day and night.

They spend their days hunkered down in the garden in a favorite spot and deep into the bush at night. Then, each morning, when we head outside, they are there, nestled close to one another, waiting, in hopes of the first handful of pellets tossed into the garden. They spend most of their days hoping more pellets will be offered to other visitors that they can devour along with the others. It’s all delightful, every single moment.

OK, confession time. You all know how much I dread mentioning it when I am not feeling well, but our regular readers must surely suspect something is not quite right on this end when the posts are less enthusiastic and varied. The only reason I end up mentioning any issues is perhaps to share what it’s like living in foreign countries without access to an all-encompassing health plan and a regular doctor/clinic that knows my full history.

It’s embarrassing that as a lifelong health advocate, I espouse various protocols to maintain good health, and I would never get sick and require medical care. But, I suppose if we lived in the US a few times a year, something would come up; the flu, a virus, or an infection. Unfortunately, few of us are exempt from an occasional bout with these and other conditions.

We were no exception in our old lives, and we’re certainly no exception now, especially as we’ve aged and fallen prey to some conditions we may have acquired through our travels, indigenous to a specific area. So how I came down with this current situation baffles me.

To the best of my knowledge, I wasn’t exposed to anyone with a cold or virus, especially while wearing a mask, washing hands, and social distancing. But, who knows? It could have been anyone or any situation of which I’m not aware. This tells me I haven’t been as diligent in avoiding Covid-19 as I should have been if I “caught” this virus from someone along the way and could easily “catch” Covid in the same manner.

Last Tuesday, when we headed to Komatipoort for grocery shopping, I’d been experiencing a “tickly” type of cough and a bad sore throat for a few days. Of course, my first reaction was Covid, so Tom and I stopped at the medical lab in Komatipoort for a Covid test, getting the much appreciated negative results the next morning.

Knowing I didn’t have Covid was such a relief, I gave little thought to my symptoms, when over the week, very slowly they exacerbated, but not much more than a typical cold. I didn’t have a runny nose, a fever, and rarely coughed, mainly aware of the sore throat, but never giving it much of a thought.

We went about our lives, dining out, visiting with friends, and generally feeling only a little off. Then, late Sunday night, five days after the onset of the mild symptoms, I started having a terrible time breathing, so much so that I had to use my asthma inhalers multiple times to no avail. I barely slept, which I mentioned in an earlier post but didn’t go into the details about why I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t want to whine here as I often do.

Over this week, the breathing issues and cough became unbearable, so much so that I began to wonder if I had a “false negative” and needed another Covid test. So a few days ago, on Wednesday morning, eight days after my first Covid test and feeling too sick to drive to Komatipoort, we drove to the new clinic in Marloth Park for the test. But, unfortunately, no doctor wasn’t on the premises.

Not only did I get the test, but the nurse practitioner wrote down all of my symptoms and vital signs and called the doctor. When she took my pulse oxygen, it was low for me at 89 instead of my usual 97-99. When I walked out the door an hour later (Tom had waited in the car), They told me to return the next day, Thursday, for my prescriptions. I’d asked for a different asthma inhaler that works better for me than the one I currently had, but I had not had any major asthma issues for a long time.

In the meantime, I was using a portable powered nebulizer using a drug called Pulmicort, which I purchased in India (no prescription required) in case we got Covid. It aids in breathing issues and, over the past several days, was my saving grace. I was finally able to sleep.

Yesterday, Tom picked up my prescriptions, and I was shocked to see the doctor had ordered 8 drugs for me. I’d only requested an antibiotic if my situation didn’t improve and a different inhaler that works better than what I had on hand. I’ll never understand why I was prescribed multiple sinus allergy and asthma pills (which I haven’t taken since a child) and even a narcotic pain reliever. I didn’t mention any issues with pain.

So as it’s turned out, I am well-stocked in the event of allergy issues down the road or if we become injured or have severe pain. But since I prefer not to take prescription medications unless they are life-saving, I didn’t even take the two different massive doses of antibiotics, after all. I started improving yesterday afternoon rapidly when the cough loosened up, and now I can say with confidence I am on the mend. The cough and breathing issue is still there but considerably better. The sore throat is gone. I slept 8 hours last night.

At times, doctors prescribe antibiotics with pressure from patients, when in fact, we may have a virus that is not aided by these drugs. Had I not improved by 70% in the past 24 hours, I would have taken them. But now, I am beginning to feel like myself after 10 days since the onset.

My comments here are not intended to suggest you don’t follow your doctor’s prescriptions and orders. But, I knew based on how much better I feel that I didn’t need all of these drugs. Yesterday, the second Covid was negative. Had it been positive, I everything would have changed, including my  treatment plan.

We had to cancel a few social events this week with Rita and Gerhard, but I believe by tomorrow night, we will be able to go with them to Jabula for dinner.

We hope you are all feeling well after your Covid-19 vaccination if you so chose to have it. For those in the US, have a safe Memorial Day weekend.

Photo from one year ago today, May 28, 2020:

Pansies at the Connemara Heritage and History Centre appear to have little faces. For more photos, please click here.

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Who’s in the garden this morning?

• 11 warthogs
• 15 bushbucks
• 8 kudus
• 1 wildebeest
• Frank and The Misses

It is so nice and cool now; we can hardly believe it. This morning when we stepped outside in the 55F, 13C, it was refreshing with no heat or significant humidity.

Since I no longer have any warm clothes, I dressed in jeans, a long-sleeve tee-shirt, and one of Tom’s two sweatshirts. He’s wearing his zippered sweatshirt, and I’m wearing his over-the-head version. I guess this will be our daily attire over the next several months.

Last night it was so cool that this morning I asked Louise to have Vusi or Zef bring us a heavy duvet, suitable for the size of the bed. The two blankets we’ve been using are too short and too narrow, and now that it’s cooler, bundling up requires a bigger blanket.

We chose to use those two smaller blankets when dust mites were an issue. But now that winter is fast approaching; the dust mite issues are over for several months. The mozzies are also at a minimum right now since they don’t thrive in cold weather. So I’ve just about stopped using repellent other than at dusk when we’ll be on the veranda when we see only a few mozzies buzzing around.

Being free of outrageous heat so common in Africa, we’re especially enjoying this period of time. However, the difference in our comfort level is palpable. There have been many places in the world where we stayed over the past almost nine years that were grossly uncomfortable.

I always espoused the concept of “adaptation.” We chose this life and must always be willing to adapt to discomforts common to the areas/countries in which we’ve lived. There have been many, which we’ve mentioned in prior posts.

The greatest discomfort generally revolves around uncomfortable weather, especially when there is no aircon in the bedroom.  Also, for me, particularly, have been issues with dust mites, no-see-ums, mosquitoes, biting flies, chiggers, and ticks. These are certainly not exclusive to Africa. Some of the most annoying flies had been in Bali and Australia.

The worst no-see-ums, blood-sucking gnats were in Belize in 2013. There was no escape from them, especially when screens aren’t used on windows, not there and not in many countries.

In Bovelgio, Italy, in 2013, the WiFi was horrible, and the biting flies were relentless. The hallway to the master bedroom had a ceiling lower than either of our heads, and we often bumped our heads. It was summer and hot; the bed was only a double and lumpy. There were no screens, and we were constantly chasing flies out the windows.

One of the least comfortable locations was Marrakesh, Morocco. The riad was beautiful, but all the furnishings were stuffed with what felt like sand. There was nowhere in the house we could sit comfortably, not even the dining table with the mosaic wrought iron chairs. The lounge/living room furniture was so uncomfortable we could barely sit there and work online.

We struggled in Morocco for the 2½ months, me especially, due to the sand fleas. I never slept well for the entire period we lived in that property when I was itching all night. Tom never experienced any bites. While there, we weren’t able to find any repellent in any of the shops.

Now, here in South Africa, we are as comfortable as we could be in cool weather. The house provides everything we need with ease, especially during these cooler winter months; fewer insects, fewer snakes, a comfortable bed, aircon as needed, excellent WiFi, and more wildlife visitors than we could ever imagine.

Sure, now and then, there’s load shedding (power outages). But we’ve managed to figure out how to deal with them, planning activities, meals, and food safety accordingly.

Comfort is surely a factor in enjoying our world travels. Fortunately, in most cases, we’ve managed to work our way through any obstacles we encounter along the way, always remembering that we chose this life and that, at times, it may not be ideal.

Happy day!

Photo from one year ago today, May 27, 2020:

Four “Big Daddy” kudus stopped by with one female, all vying for her attention.  They were more interested in her than pellets. For more photos from the year-ago post, please click here.

Who’s in the garden this morning?

• 16 warthogs
• 9 bushbucks
• 7 kudus
• 36 mongoose
• 1 wildebeest
• Frank and The Misses

Somehow the morning got away from us. We had a few local errands and didn’t get done with everything until about an hour ago. Then, I had to make several phone calls to straighten out a few credit/debit card issues. Tom’s debit card hasn’t been working at ATMs, only to discover that most likely, the chip has gone bad, and we’ll need another card for him eventually.

Since mail is so slow arriving in South Africa, there was no point to order a new debit card, which our bank offered to send here. But, it could be six months until it could arrive. So, we’ll wait until we return to the US at some point in the future and request one at that time. Secondly, one of my credit cards, a new one we received in a package from our mailing service in Nevada, which took weeks to arrive through DHL’s overnight service, hasn’t been working.

I’d gone online and activated it as soon as it arrived, but apparently, that process didn’t work, and I had to reactivate it by phone. Preferring not to accumulate phone charges on our Google Fi account, I used Skype for both cards, neither of which included a charge since they were both toll-free numbers. I tried using the card three or four times, and each time it was declined. Little did I know, the original activation didn’t go through. So now, we’re set on this card.

It feels good to get these little issues out of the way. But, I must admit that I literally despise making “business-related” phone calls. The process is long and laborious as well as frustrating at times when I lose the signal. and get disconnected. With Tom, hard of hearing, I am responsible for making any phone calls. Plus, I am slightly more diplomatic and patient than he might be, which ends in a more satisfactory result in most cases.

I don’t begrudge having to make these calls when Tom does an equal amount, if not more, handling tasks in running our day-to-day lives. For example, he does all the dishes, pots, and pans; refills the water in the birdbath for the animals daily; keeps the bucket of pellets we use all day filled with pellets; makes pitchers of ice tea, handle making big bags of ice twice a day based on our excessive use; cooks on the braai, bring in and unload all the groceries and other items and lately, handling the management of the trail cam daily. Also, he handles all the cash we get from the ATMs.

Plus, each evening, he handles setting up the veranda to avoid the mozzies and other insects using special repellent coils and candles, ensuring no insects will bother us as darkness falls.

All I do is post here, take and manage all the photos from the regular camera, prep for our meals and guests who may visit, do all the laundry, put it away, pay our few bills, and make those darned calls. Since we don’t have to clean or make the bed five days a week, not much is required to stay organized and orderly. On the weekends, generally, as the last one up, I make the bed. Easy peasy.

I should mention that Tom does ALL of the driving, the car wash, and filling up at the petrol station. Recently, when we had to return the rental car to Nelspruit for an inspection, requiring a three-hour round trip drive, he did that on his own. So I was thrilled to be able to stay here.

This morning, once we returned from our few errands, immediately, we made ourselves a cup of coffee and headed outside to see how the animals were doing in our absence. Suddenly, there were dozens of visiting wildlife friends in the garden, as indicated above.

What stood out the most was the arrival of a warthog with enormous tusks, as shown in today’s photos. Could that have been Tusker, another favorite pig we came to know at the Orange house in 2018/2019? We weren’t sure, but he jumped to respond when I called out, “Tusker.” In time, we shall see, if it’s him.

Now, after all these months, Tiny comes running when I call out to him if he is anywhere in the immediate vicinity. We laugh so hard when we see him respond to my call. The same happens with Little, as it always did. We certainly enjoy their visits, along with the others.

That’s it for today, folks. With this late start, I need to get the two organic free-range chicken ready for the braai, get crackin’ on corrections for today when I’ve been diligent about getting them done. Have a fantastic day!

Photo from one year ago today, May 26, 2020:

The design and decor of the bar depict exactly what one would envision for a small-town pub in Ireland. For more photos, please click here.