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Go Canada!

Go Canada!

The trolley trundled down the long passage to the operating theatre. It swished over the smooth polished floor like a ski lift gliding up a hill. An idea too painful to entertain at this stage! The team were all scrubbed up and eagerly awaiting their next case. I use the word ‘team’ and ‘eagerly’ as this hospital was a teaching facility, so there were a few ‘newly qualified’ who assisted the resident specialist. A large marker pen was suddenly pulled out of nowhere. I thought this to be a strange addition to the operating paraphernalia. My right side was duly marked with a big arrow pointing to the ‘right.’ Well that should avoid any confusion! I checked this as all I needed was for them to mess up my good old leftie as well. Then they gave me a quick injection into my stomach…..something about taking precautions. I could just imagine the quick run down that was given.  Middle aged…..skiing accident….badly broken arm…..otherwise a healthy specimen.

It had been 3 weeks since my fall and I felt like I was no closer to being ‘whole’ again. One has to wait to see a specialist here in Canada which is understandable so one has to draw on one’s patience. The little fragments of broken bone had been giving me jip and I was so glad that this procedure would scrape the little offenders out. All was left to do was strut my arm with a metal plate and sew me back up. A piece of cake, really! I felt like a young tree getting ready for spring!

The menagerie of faces surrounded me as I resurfaced. All had gone well. Good….now can I go home? But I still had a way to go. The ‘said arm’ was not ready yet as it still lay frozen and limp across my chest. I was told that it had to wake up properly and was warned that the process was quite painful. The doctor decided to keep me in overnight and prescribed strong intravenous pain medication.  I took what they gave me and proceeded to vomit for the next 24 hours. The night nurse was an unfriendly soul and did not take kindly to me needing her attention and the bucket that she brought me every couple of hours. Anyway once the day staff came on there was a different approach. I could not wait to get home and have just weathered the discomfort and pain without the aid of the foul chemicals.

I slept for 2 days solid and am now feeling chipper again. The television is on, laundry is being done, the stove is on the go and Josh has had a walk. I think my men folk enjoyed the peace and quiet when I was man down! They ate fast food for 3 days solid! Anyway I am certainly glad to be home.

One of the disadvantages of a recently acquired ‘fat arm’ is that none of my clothes fit me. Philip’s cupboard has been raided and my one and only ensemble consists of a Canadian hockey shirt. I have added to the mix a pair of Canadian socks and the matching mittens when I go out in the cold.

Go Canada!

 

I like this version too with Sarah Mclachlan and Santana……

Patience is my lesson here!

Patience is my lesson here!

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The garbage truck trundled around the corner.  The tell tale piles were perched outside every door on the curb. The trays of recyclables, bags of garden refuse and kitchen waste have all been sorted. It is 6.30am and bleary- eyed bundled figures have deposited their piles. None of us even give each other a sideward glance. The whole process is just too painful! We just want to rush back indoors to the warmth and the smell of coffee. Josh watches me from a window perched up on a chair. He is eager to get out there for his morning stroll and is undeterred by the freezing weather!

Garbage Day!

And so another day begins with the mundane and the chores that need to be done. I conquered a pile of laundry yesterday and felt the sweet taste of success as I packed away the 20 freshly ironed shirts. Oh how simple life’s pleasures sometimes are! Today the cupboards need to be filled. Vegetarian pasta just does not make the grade in this household of men! It is all about ‘carbo loading’ and plenty of muscle building protein. A big juicy steak and piles of chips makes their eyes twinkle! I try to keep this in mind as I am drawn to the whole wheat breads and what they term as ‘rabbit foods.’

Administration is another facet of this ‘stay at home’ wife. Today it is to be another ‘form filling in’ day. Two of our visas need to be renewed. We have to travel down to the US and re-enter Canada in order to do this. I will be wading through paperwork and trying to make sense of it all. Special travel documents need to be completed too. I search the websites and make sure so that we comply with the US requirements.  All I need is for us to be stranded on the other side!

But please don’t think that life in the suburbs is all about drudgery and mundane. There are the highlights too……walking out in the woods and wading through the streams, meeting a friend for a chat and a coffee in a cosy restaurant and watching all the Christmas preparations down town. The shops have put out all their decorative pots all glistening in white and silver to beckon us in. The bare winter trees have been given new life with the twinkling lights that run along their bark. The starkness of winter has a bright side too!

 Christmas time just seems to bring out the joie de vivre in people. We experienced a taste of this last weekend when we attended a Ball in the city. The evening started with a ride in a shiny white limousine. I felt like a princess….albeit an old one! Our hosts were warm and welcoming and we chatted over our sundowners as we chased along the highway into town. It was a glorious evening with good music, elegant food and interesting conversation.

I am constantly reminded of the pleasure with a bit of the pain…….

A night on the town……

 

 

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