Bruised rib, bruised ego

-

So I went and done a dumb thing and got my ribs smashed in. Er, sorry, just a little kick, you know, nothing serious -- nothing broken. I did have a terrible time sleeping, which depended a lot on me staying very still, a skill I developed in university when I used to lay out my study notes on my bed and leave a sliver of mattress for me to sleep on. Anyway, I went to the nearby hospital (St. Joseph's Health Center), which has some really nice modern facilities. Unfortunately, it also has really long wait times -- it took me over five hours in total from walking in, leaving my name, registering, waiting to see a nurse, waiting to see a doctor, waiting to give a blood and urine sample, waiting for several x-rays, and then waiting again to see a doctor about the results. Like I said, nothing broken, though it looks like my liver may have been damaged. In any case, I'm going back tomorrow/Tuesday for an ultrasound.

The famous kick happened during a little sparring thing we had going on in Waterloo, there being just the three of us. At the time I wasn't sure that it was serious, so in my foolhardiness I kept going. Yeah, that was dumb. Man, it's been a pretty busy weekend, considering that I didn't really plan anything. I had to kind of hurry back to Toronto to see the late show of The Bourne Ultimatum, which was fairly underwhelming. Much the same as The Bourne Supremacy, and I think they even had the same director, with his fondness of blurry action scenes which tired me right out. I had expected a lot more than was delivered. Ah well. At least I got to see the trailer for the new Cronenberg film, which looks quite delicious. Cronenberg and Mortensen are quickly becoming my favourite director/actor duo!

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

April election, wiper story, tired of work

-
So the Liberals have won themselves a minority government. Or rather, the NDP, by offering lame, too-little-too-late alternatives, transferred their seats to them by people who desperately wanted to avoid having the country headed by the un-pretty hate machine that is Pierre Poilievre. I am not happy that the Liberals won but I am relieved that the Conservatives did not. However, knowing that 40% of the country wanted that unctuous cretin as leader is frankly rather alarming. Yes, the country needs real change but no-one was offering a positive one. Can Carney be pushed to alleviate the woes of his fellow countrymen? Seems doubtful -- a former banker who talks about " catalyz[ing] private investment ", which sounds a lot like subsidizing private development and is not exactly the medicine we're all looking for. Those of us who'd like Canada to avoid becoming another burning hellscape have our work cut out. I while back I wanted to mention that I had to get a new winds...
Read more

a return to the mood

-
Image
And yet life goes on. In June we had a short visit to Montreal, packing in the usual sights and flavours, tempered by the heat and our own waning energy levels. We took great advantage of the hotel's pool, swimming a joy I never tire of, encouraging Sora to get more comfortable in the water. I didn't have much opportunity to pick out my old haunts but I could see that the city has grown since my days there, shimmering halcyon days full of youth and opportunity. Indeed every moment on the streets would bring waves of memories, of friends faded or forgotten, my head lost and spinning and trying to breathe it all in again. Obviously very different now but seeing it anew through Sora's eyes gave some fresh pleasure. We made the trip to the recently updated Biosphere, probably the highlight of the trip, the biomes living up to their names. My heart shatters at the thought of our poor Ontario Science Centre being stripped of its wares, each precious exhibit cast out, the unique, ...
Read more

Dying, up close

-
In media people are portrayed as alert and cognizant right up to the moment they pass, able to give a final message to a loved one. Not so with my father, and I feel his death is more typical of the experience — a disinterest in watching or reading anything, increasingly jumbled speech, a loss of any appetite or thirst, just long periods of sleep. Finally a day or more of near-constant sleep, his heart beating slower and slower, until we turned away for a moment and he was gone. Though really he had been dying in varying degrees for weeks, his bodily performance a far cry from even a couple months before. It’s been over a month since the funeral  but the events leading up to it are still fresh in my mind, a history where my dad still lives, still has advice for me, still has smiles for his friends and family. My grief comes and goes, gradually trending to a melancholy, a deep sigh in my day. In truth I have been grieving these past few years as signs of my father’s end would appear...
Read more