Reality Check

Good morning or is that good afternoon,
Doesn't really matter, I am just so proud of myself for making it back here so soon.

So reality is setting in, sigh, the wolf officially signed his contract to go back to Kandahar. He seems to think that his deployment will be easier on me this time... heh... nope... news flash....
Wolf leaves in 5 weeks, the water works have already started, but never in front of him. OH good lord, never in front of him... and they always hit at the weirdest times....

I was on my way to work yesterday morning and going through timmies at 5:30 a.m. (which that time on a sunday morning is depressing enough) and I order my extra large black double cupped and suddenly ..... out of nowhere, the tears started and I thought... ok... he will be home in the spring...but I had a hell of a time trying to get them to stop.

Today..... I am in Loblaws picking up a few of my favorite comfort foods... and I reach for a jar of olives and suddenly... the tap is turned on...I pulled my sunglasses down.... sniffled and fought until I got back to the car... and thought, now how ridiculous is this, I still have 5 weeks.

I went into a computer store to price shop for a laptop for the Wolf for christmas. I was fine and then the salesman says, "Are you alright?"... "Ah, ya.... umm... why", I reply with a look of bewilderment. Thinking, like, is there a booger hanging off the end of my nose or something.
He looks at me as if I have 3 heads and 6 eyeballs and says," Your crying". One long tear going down the side of my face. I asked how long the sale was on for and I might be back..... ok... now I can't even tell if I am crying anymore.

I get home and think maybe if I think of happy things, I can control this silly reaction. I start researching things to do for New Years after all, the wolf leaves 5 days later.... and wouldn't you know it... uh huh... water works.

So then I think, maybe writing about it, will get this ridiculousness out of my system. Well nope, sitting here writing this, I am watery. Maybe this is my subconcious way of letting go... preparing myself for when he is gone...I don't know, but I certainly do miss him already.

Maybe food will help!
Ciao for now.

The mercy of family

ok.. 3 times in one week!!!! Can you tell I am bored... sigh....

Why is it that when one is feeling under the weather (or in my case hobbling around and feeling sorry for myself)... one needs the comfort of their childhood?

I remember being young and having the measles I think (maybe the chicken pox) anyway my mom had made a rump roast with roasted potatoes for dinner (our usual Sunday night dinner). I was not allowed out of my room, can't remember why... I think it was something to do with the light or I might of been contagious... who knows... not like my siblings wouldn't have already been in contact with me.... or that they weren't the carrier of this dreaded illness that confined me to being alone in the dark.

Anyway, once the Wolf and I got home from the hospital.... I said, " I need my mommy dinner"... the Wolf being the intuitive creature that he is says... "uh huh, what kind of roast?"
My eyes widened in shock..."You should know by now"... instantly, out of the freezer appears a rump roast. Woo hoo.....I can smell it already....

I explain to the wolf that the roast is in.... and in about an hour to peel some potatoes and lay them gently around it.... I am going to lay down.....3 hours later, I awake to snoring.... and the smell of a roast that smells like it is dry...UGH!!!!!!!!!

I try to fly out of bed and hobble to the kitchen... sure enough... the roast was dry and no potatoes... well you can't have a roast without potatoes.... so .. there I am in my whimpering state peeling potatoes to the music of the Wolf's snores.... UGH!... visions of pillows over his face... socks down his throat... a clothes pin on his nose.....all the while peeling potatoes... I am surprised I didn't end up back in emerg with a lost finger. I am at the mercy of this !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

By this time Brat 1 and 2 enter, looking rather bewildered as to why I am steaming from the ears... forget the vegie steamer... just use the steam coming out of my ears for the vegies... I explain that I could use some help and get... "ya, ok"...and they go their room... huh? Guess they figured with me holding a knife, they were safer elsewhere.

An hour later, I am enjoying my feel better meal aloe to the Snores of the Wolf CD... uh huh... he is still snoring... UGH!

However, whether I was alone or with someone, my mom was there with me, with her rump roast and potatoes, givng me the comfort I needed and no one else could have provided.

Thanks mom.

Teaching Hospitals

Hey look at this... I made it back two days in a row.

Can you tell I am not at the arena?

I have absolutely no problem with teaching hospitals, in fact I promote it 110%. Afterall we do have a shortage of Doctors and it has only taken me 5 years to find a family doctor here.

Let me continue my adventure and then you will understand why I am a little squeamish about when student doctors should go into the real life practicing.

The Wolf picks me up at work and I hobble out to the car. Of course, the Wolf being the kind of guy he is, continuously asks questions. So many in fact, I feel like I am with a 3 year old and just want him to zip it up and let me suffer in peace.

We get to the hospital, through triage rather quickly and in a wheel chair to boot. Now I am truly at the Wolf's mercy. They call me rather quickly and I think ok... maybe this is more than just a little cut in need of some sutures. The Wolf wheels me back, zig zagging all the way, saying " hey look out I am going to run into this wall, watch your leg".... laughing his evil little laugh. We arrive at the "forget you are here" room. That is what I call it, afterall, they don't want you in the public waiting area to bleed everywhere.
Anyway, I climb out of the wheel chair and up onto the bed and the Wolf jumps into the wheel chair and starts doing wheelies everywhere. Ok... I am truly with 3 year old now, maybe I should have brought him some crayons and a colouring book to entertain him. Lord help me! He is driving me nuts!!!!!!!!!!!! I just want to suffer in peace.
After about 15 minutes I convince the Wolf to leave for a meeting we had set with our renovation contractor. Thank God! Peace.
Then this lovely young girl (and I mean young, maybe 21, brat 1 is older) and introduces herself as a med student. Ok... fine, I can deal with that, she is probably just gathering the info and then the doc will be in. We go through the events of the on ice derailment and she says ok... let me clean this up for you so we can get a better look. I am thinking GREAT, then the doc will be in. She cleans it all up, fabulistic. I take a look and say, "Oh look it is already clotting, its not so bad, maybe just a butterfly and let me be on my way"
This lovely young girl says" you may be right". Then leaves.
I am getting excited, woo hoo, I am going to get out of here real quick!
Then the Senior Resident walks in, takes a look, pokes around a bit, much to my discomfort. Looks at me, smirks and says " yep, that is really deep, you need a few stitches, 10 minutes and you should be out of here." UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In waltzes the med student again, takes a look, gets all the supplies organized, I am thinking what a great kid, learning about the materials the docs need to do the job. She then calls the Junior Resident in and qearies, "How do I stitch this?" HUH!!!!.... Now the blood pressure just went off the charts. The Jr. Res. pokes and prods again much to my discomfort and explains how to stitch up my leg. Will someone shoot me now, please!
Jr. Res. leaves and there is just the two of us now... OMG.... help....panic has set in, I am at a childs mercy here.
The med student starts stitching me up, ok... freezing is a good thing. The attending walks in and takes a look and says..... "oh, dear, no, she will rip those out in about an hour, you need to do a matress stitch and a heavier silk. Take those stitches out and redo it"..... ok... am I the home economics project here?... I am not a hem on a skirt that can be easily altered. More freezing please and do you have any happy pills so I can sleep through this?
Then I hear " What is a matress stictch and how do I do it?"..... OK......OK.....OK .... why me?
The attending says" oh don't worry about it, just do it the way you are doing it, just take a bigger bite and flap it over." UGH!!!!! WOLF WHERE ARE YOU?
So, still at the mercy of the student, I lay there and pray this torture is over soon. I really need a drink, now.
She gets one stitch in and calls for the attending.... of course now I am thinking... what is wrong now. He takes a look and scowls... oh crap! oh crap! oh crap!... is running through my head.... he looks up and says, "well that is going to be one ugly scar" and walks away..... heh... like I was going to enter any beautiful leg contests soon.
She continues to stitch me up.
All done!!!!! Woo hoo!!!!!! Then they kick me while I am down. Can you roll up your sleeve, you need a tetanus.... now that is just cruel. I am already injured on the bottom half, now you want me to be sore on the top?.... UGH!!!!!!!!
By this time the Wolf had returned and was once again playing in the wheel chair, having a grand old time in his own little world.
The attending pokes his head in again and says, " stitches in for 14 days... bed rest and no skating for at least 7 days" OH CRAP!... he couldn't have said this earlier when the Wolf was away.
Two hours in the ER is not bad, no complaints except..... shouldn't med students practice on dummies or dolls or something before they get to the real patients?.... maybe they thought me the dummy.
LOL... oh well.....now you know why I am now a little squeamish in regards to teaching hospitals.
Ciao for now!

The Perils of Little Children and Ice Skates

Well Hello again.
I realize I have been a little lazy in regards to blogging however, I have been very busy at skating. 7 days a week and lots of little children on ice skates... sigh.... the glory of being a professional skating coach.

Yes, most people think that we are invincible and goddess like. As we are the ones that take their children off their hands for 30 - 45 minutes on a Saturday and Sunday morning so they can have their morning coffee in peace. Now for the first few weeks, these young 2,3,4 year olds will cry and fall.... alot, some are like bambi... legs everywhere. Now there is nothing wrong with falling as long as they don't wipe me out. I have had flailing arms in the nose, flailing feet in the knee, spit at, hit, even kicked in the groin by a child having a temper tantrum. All was well..... and in the end the little darlings learned to skate.

Now once these lovely little cherubs get the idea of skating, they become steadier and faster. However, stopping is usually a challenge, so sliding across the ice on their bums, using the boards or any object to stop or slow down is their course of action.

Heh, this past Sunday one wonderful little cherub that likes to use the later to stop, did just that. Used my assistant to stop, however, from behind the assistant had no hope. She was gone, feet out from behind..... on her back. As the assistant was going down... the feet came up in front and hit my shin. OUCH!!!!!

Once I picked up the train wreck laying on the ice.... assessed everyones damage, I realized my shin was really hurting, so I assessed my own damage. UGH!... blood everywhere!!!!!!!

So off the ice I go...get the first aid kit....clean up the blood, and make an assessment. I wrap up the cut and make a call to the Wolf to come and get me and take me to the ER (because my van was still in the shop and the Wolf has been chauffring me).

Of course the Wolf's reaction was "What happened?", then "Never mind, tell me later"

So off to the ER we go. woo hoo! (which is a story for another day)

A few stitches later and a third degree bruise, I am at the mercy of my family.... heh..

Well until next time, watch out for cherubs on ice skates or should I say on boots with carving knives.