Still waiting for the crash ...

I seem to find it really difficult to get down to earth again after the last weekend. Stuck in a loop of listening to Archie Roach & Ruby Hunter, Shellie Morris, Oumou Sangare with a bit of sephardic Los Desterrados thrown in, reliving moments of the festival that particularly stand out. I was even dreaming that I was living with the Aboriginals in Oz. Not a bad dream at all ... but of course I probably wouldn't be writing this now. I am still planning go to South Africa this winter as arrange with Alex, but must seriously think about ways of getting the money to make it to Australia soon. I have always had strong spiritual connections there, but at the moment they seem to lay bare and are making me painfully aware that it is time to go.

Went to see my GP yesterday for the results of the ultrasound scan of my insides ... all is well. The liver is not even slightly enlarged anymore, no gall stones, spleen and kidneys working as they should. That was a big, fat weight of my shoulders. Makes me ponder why I am the one to come out of all of this unscathed, why do I deserve such generosity? Maybe there is some sort of masterplan after all?? As I was chatting away with my doctor about my bouts of weepiness and depression (she offered me anti-depressants, but I declined as I rather 'feel' than 'not feel', if that makes sense) we started talking about my future plans. I told her that I am going to do the training with Bristol Drugs Project as from the end of August and she actually offered me a part-time job as a drugs worker in the health centre after I finish. How fantastic is that? She explained that she thinks that I would be absolutely great at it because I have a) been there myself and b) don't take any crap. The latter was funny, as I do take a load of crap most of the time from most of the people, but I guess she sees beyond that and thinks in a professional capacity. So now I have even more prospectives to get excited about. Life can be fun!

Finally my hot water problem should be solved by the end of the day. Some chappy coming round to attach a temporary gadget so the water gets round the pipes again. Then my landlord is re-piping the whole boiler next week, which of course means another 2 days without warm water. Still, I can take at least a couple of baths by then. Luckily we had luxurious hot showers at WOMAD, I took one before leaving on Monday, and I am not feeling too shoddy now. Tonight I shall lavish in Lush hehe.

Gynaecology appointment at hospital tomorrow. Well, the less said about that the better!!