But I tell you, people were really nice, welcoming, they smiled (apart from the drug dealers, who were probably just wondering whether we were looking to score some [we weren't], or whether we were really stupid 'undercover' cops), helped us with finding a parking spot, and apart from waving at us or shaking our hands, did everything in their power to make us feel welcome.
So take that downtown Joburg, you will no longer qualify as the big scary monster in my nightmares. Didn't even see nothing of the protests going on at the moment. people just smiled at us (note: NOT laughed at us).
However, as something was bound to happen, I seem to have gotten sick. And when I get sick I don't just get a fever and sleep for a few days. No sirree. Even in illness I have to feel special and different.
And you can forget about me going to the doctor. I just might be the worst hypochondriac in existence: I constantly think I'm dying of some horrible disease, but I refuse to go to a doctor, because that might mean... well... that they might just touch me. I'm a Finn, we don't take kindly to that sort of behavior. And based on a year of me walking around with a grape size stone in my gallbladder and a fair week with an infection before emergency surgery at 2AM I'm pretty good at ignoring a pain if it also means avoiding going to the doctor.
You know, the doctor might have wanted to stick one of them popsicle sticks in my mouth and look at my tongue. Shudder. I'll take severe pain any day now over such a horrendous experience.
But this time around I think I need Dr. House to diagnose me, because Google is not doing it's usual part.
My symptoms include but are not limited to:
- One bright pink eye.
- Stiffness of second joint of left pinky
- Pain and stiffness in left middle finger
- Stiffness of right pinky around the joint that attaches the finger-dealio to the palm.
- One numb toe on right foot.
- Pink spots on my tongue.
I also might have tried the other ones, but that is beside the point and doesn't fit in my conjectures right now.
I see a connection forming here. Don't try and reason with me - I'm already off.
Right now, I'm somewhere between P!nk, gout, scurvy and something called a Besniec-Boeck-Schaumann disease.
What do you mean by 'blowing out of proportion'?