Dr. Chris de Jager skryf: Op 25 Februarie is ‘n pasiënt wat aan skok gely het, by my spreekkamer ingebring. Sy was bewusteloos en haar bloeddruk kon nie bepaal word nie. Na ressusitasie is daar vasgestel dat sy in haar buik gebloei het
Looking back on those incredible times and remembering the intolerable heat, the dreadful metallic din within the cabin of the aircraft and the pools of sweat that ran onto the aluminum decking at our feet, I don’t think any of us air-crew really understood the true significance of our mission.
As jy n natuurbewaarder is soek jy eintlik vir die stukkies wat oorbly, daar waar nog min van ons eie spesie geloop het.
The recent spell of hot and humid weather has certainly put paid to any notions I might have had about keeping my new years resolutions.
I had just started working this morning when I heard the familiar clack-clacking of the neighbour’s electrified ‘snake fence’ once again frying something to death.
Bob feathered the propeller but the engine continued to spit chunks of metal, con rods, spark plugs and other bits at the fuselage. The trip was fast becoming a nightmare.
As a not too proud owner of a bunion on my right big toe, I am presently sitting here at my word processor with one half of my brain concentrating on my work, and the other half focussed on the appendage jutting from my toe joint.
The high pitched wail that came from the truck made my blood run cold, and James turned a shade paler. It was Tulip yelling as her first labour pains tore through her young body.
In my time I’ve had a fire back stage and alas, a producer who slipped while taking beers for the guys up on a lighting platform and was killed outright on the cement floor below.
You find them in every habitat on every corner of land, excluding the poles.
The child must have had a way with dogs. Pushing the gate open, the child walked calmly to the dog and whispered in the dogs left ear. Like magic, the great animal cowered, gave a yelp, and ran to a far corner of the dog pen…