I haven’t written in a while. Haven’t really wanted to. Shortly after arriving in Port Elizabeth, on 22 December, last year, I went to have x-rays done. The pain in my left hip was not subsiding and I had to find out what was going on.

It turns out that I have a fractured pelvis. How this happened, I have no idea. When it happened, I don’t know either. It could have been any time in the last two months, though more than likely, mid to late November. What I would like to know, is how long it will take to heal.

It has certainly put a damper on my holiday. While I have spent most of my time resting, sleeping and reading on my Kindle, Yanky has had more fun than I. He has made two new doggy friends, torn up my mother’s garden, stolen food out the kitchen and torn Honey’s toys to shreds. Honey, my grandmother’s chihuahua, and the apple of her eye, has grudgingly made friends with Yanky, but, in her old age, is not so willing to play with the energetic bundle of energy.

I woke up in the late afternoon today, and reached for my cellphone. With resting so often, it is habit to check on the activities of people I know, via Facebook mobile.

I had responded to a friend’s status message before I fell asleep. I found that someone else had replied and they had gone on to make plans to get together since they had not seen each other in a while. I felt hurt. I had known this friend for how long, yet she did not seem to even see the message I had left her.

It also got me thinking.

Tomorrow will mark my second week back in Port Elizabeth. When friends saw the news about the fracture, a couple promised to visit. I sent messages to a couple others, telling them I was in town, but unable to go out, and invited them round. I have yet to see a single person knock on my door.

I have grown up thinking that friendship is a two-way street. You give, and receive. You show an interest and the other person responds. Now I just don’t know any more. I continually show interest, but very few, if any show a response. Am I doing something wrong? Or are people just too busy to care?