I really cannot believe that today is the 13th of August. I've had a crazy mad few weeks. It all started on 12 July with a stomach ache. I went to our lovely new Mahalapye Government Hospital and was told I had gallstones and would need to see a surgeon. Sadly, they have no surgeon at the moment and I would have to book at another government hospital. They searched around and the closest appointment they could give me was next year March. Not good.
Now I was stuck. I despise the entire concept of private healthcare, but I was sick and not getting better so I was forced to go to the private hospital in Gaborone, paying cash which was very painful, almost more painful than the actual surgery. I had my gallbladder out last Wednesday.
I'm feeling pretty good eight days later, better than I thought I'd be since someone dug inside my body and took out one of my organs.
I'm trying to catch up on all of my work because suddenly we're leaving for our big South African Road Trip (Mr K and I) and then I come back for about two weeks and I'll be off to Kenya for the Storymoja Hay Festival. I'll be on a few panels as well as teaching a master class on writing for teenagers. I'll post details later in case you or your friends will be in Nairobi then.
Then after all my travelling, hopefully, I'll stay home for a while and get some writing done!