It's SteeTime!

Hey my beautiful people! What a year, what a year! There is no way I was going to go down without something submitted before the turn of the decade. Dude, can you believe it has been a decade since 2010? (hides birth certificate to not reveal age) So much has happened since the last post. The sad i-almost-died post. I mean complete and utter transformation! Firstly no more pity parties. Secondly it's the year of yes. Yes to opportunity, yes to me, yes to life! I have seen the hand of God move me, the word of God transform me and the grace of God sustain me! I have three main tools I want to share with you which might help. I firmly believe in these tools as they really did transform my Outlook and perspective. Just try them and thank me later: 1. 300things Proudly inspired by Steve Harvey. Very very simply and based on biblical principles. It's like a vision board but a list. And it's 300 things! Yes. 300. Things. You just make a list of every single thing you want,...

It was 29 October 2018. It had been seven weeks since the birth of my second child, the bouncing baby boy who had joined our little family. What I had anticipated to be a pretty straight forward elective Caesarian Section and recovery, turned out to be quite astonishingly complicated. You know it’s complicated when I, of all people, had no time for social media updates. There was no ‘Hello everyone! Meet Moeketsi Ryan who arrived at 6:34am on 9 September. Mother and Baby doing fine’ – followed by 200 likes and 90 congratulations. Mother was not doing fine. I had spent seven weeks in and out of hospital with endless issues following the delivery. Fever, paralytic ileus, pain, cracked nipples, embarrassing milk supply, sore back, upper respiratory tract infection, sore tummy, sore everything. As an out-patient, doctors passed me on to one another. My gynae said go see the surgeon. The surgeon said go see the radiologist. The radiologist said go back to the surgeon. The surgeon said g...

When you have influence, it is your duty to stand up for others and help others up too We had so much in common.  We were both born and grew up in the same sleepy hometown of Bulawayo, almost same neighborhood. We attended the same high school, some years apart, but both proud and loud Convent girls. At some point, we must have taken the same Parklands surburb bus from City Hall to home. Our siblings almost same age-groups; our families and friends intertwined all the way back to roots in Dombodema rural home. We both went on to study medicine, she did dentistry, I did MBChB. But eventually we both did a masters in Public Health in the same programme at the University of Zimbabwe. We both got married and set up home in Harare. Bulawayo girls stick together when they arrive in the big bad city. When I had Anashe, she had Siyabonga. We were both pregnant in 2018. Being senior medical professionals we both had access to the “best” medical care. We both had Cesarian Sections...

After reading those last three blog posts one expects a semblance of a happy ending. Then I got better and we lived happily ever after. I didn't. I was home, struggling with everything. At the time I was running fevers daily but I didn't know because checking didn't matter to me. Feeding my new baby was tough because of my tender abdomen and nipples although not cracked were very painful for some reason. Also my milk supply was not the most inspiring. After the uneventful gynae check up I had lost hope. Basically he said you should be better, but I wasn't. I was sick and didnt know why. Didn't care why, I just wanted to get better. It had been 3 weeks and something still wasn't right. Just to recap, I had had a cesarean section where a very angry appendicitis was found and removed during the same surgery. By a surgeon. This meant I had two doctors to review me. And this is what the gynae did. He sent me off to the general surgeon just to make sure there wa...