Last night I had another attack. The same kind that kept me from my favorite Argus Cycle Tour in February.
The attack of the little Gall bladder stones… they might be small, but they beat me 6-0 6-0 6-0.
On Wednesday my son turned 18. I even asked permission to leave our Church Board Meeting (a very solemn occasion!) to take my son out for his first beer. Then his mom and his brother also decided to come with. And son decided to only drink Cream Soda… did I really raise him right?
In any case, in South Africa the Spur is a countrywide steakhouse franchise, you would even find some examples in Europe, I saw one in the Liffey Mall in Dublin in 2006. Well, they have this special on Eisbein at the moment. You get a large Eisbein with Chips (sorry German friends, I know it should have been Sauerkraut and Mash- but not at the Spur).
It also comes with a 500 ml Castle Draught- any visitor to South Africa will get to know both the Spur and Castle Draught. I was extremely thirsty after attending the first 1 3/4 hours of the Church Board Meeting. So the first Draught went down so smoothly. I just had to have another, and then hand over the keys of the car to Mrs Rider or son. So- large amounts of Pork- sorry Spike! And beer! Sorry all my abstaining friends. I also enjoyed birthday cake with my son earlier that day.
On Thursday I went to visit some of our elderly church people, that can’t come to church anymore. I also shared bread and wine with them- a very informal Eucharist. I bought this fantastic loaf of bread at our supermarket for this purpose. Designer bread. Ciabata or something. And then, when I finished all the visits, I also finished the bread on the way home. You see, for 3 months I did not have any gallstone attacks. I forgot… pork/ beer/ bread… Big problems…
LAst night my wife made us a mutton stew. Just small pieces of mutton mind you, not our typical over the top South African indulgence into red meat.
At half pas ten the fun and games started. First it felt like slight indigestion. I took some anti-acid powder (Eno’s). Then it started hurting more- I took some pain pills. And then- just underneath the ribcage- that dreadful feeling like someone sticking a red hot knife into your gut… And all the time the pain escalates. The gallstones have a way of also hurting my back. I tried being strong and manly for an hour.
Then I pleaded with Mrs Rider to just shoot me. Or phone our doctor. Whichever could take me out of my misery first. For some reason my wife chose the doctor instead. It was our doctor’s night off, and he went to bed early. He is really a hardworking and compassionate man. He is also in our church. So he asked my wife to drag me to his house. And there he proceeded with another nightmare of mine. Not one, but three injections… They say gallbladder stone attacks are at least as painful as childbirth… respect to all moms! Well, I would have accepted a 9 millimeter parabellum round last night to end the pain. So I did not mind the injections at all.
So today, I started eating the right stuff again, mostly green. I mostly avoided meat, and beer, and birthday cake. I am terrified that that pain will return.
Today, two of my sons played excellent rugby. Both their teams won our hated neighbouring town’s teams.
This afternoon I had to marry a young couple. I only found out WHERE last night! I thought I knew the WHEN- 4 pm this afternoon. But then my phone rang at 3:15 pm and it is the bridegroom, politely asking where I was. Fortunately they married in a picture perfect small little church 400 meters from my house. I got dressed and there in 5 minutes, and was still there before the bride!
So since half past 11 last night, with the soft kiss of morphine, the world feels like a little fluffy cloud. I am tired, I sleep a lot.
And yes- today I also successfully put new windows channel rubber on a door of my son’s Beetle.
Morphine, used in the right way, for pain as given by a doctor, is such a wonderful thing! Maybe it is even better to say: It sure is fun when you have a day without pain!
What inspired all this nonsense? My new friend over at http://flippenblog.com/ is preparing Eisbein in her flat in Cape Town tonight… I LOVE Eisbein! But Eisbein apparently does not love me anymore…