31 Oct 2007, 10:19pm

Happy Halloween


Fav costume escapades?

  • pushing the shopping cart down the aisle in costume
  • carrying groceries and passing a few guys who called out happy halloween
  • mischief-mind of going to the hairdressers wearing one of my wigs asking for a perm
  • cycling by the river with the wind blowing my cape out
  • making one passerby work very hard to suppress laughter – as I went thru the double doors and I got the cape caught back there. As if on a bungee of the stretch fabric, I got yanked back by the neck. (The fashion designer in The Incredibles was right, entirely too many superheroes meet their end via capes.)
  • cycling downtown as a lady is walking her dog; she did a double-take and got a gut-clutch of laughing
  • people in class not recognizing me even close up and surprise as successive people come in
  • witch and spell jokes from S.
  • the flow of people in wigs and dressed in hoop skirts or as pirates or whatnot as the day wore on and the guy with a car recording that was a ghost moan
30 Oct 2007, 5:31pm
Glad Game

Update III: Glad Tidings

Diary format or glad game? Mix I think.

Bottom line: Mom’s feeling better. Dad’s feeling better than before. He looks “no hang”. Or in the words of one old friend of his who dropped, “by jeez, you did get youself scraped up a mite didnja”?

It’s open house at their place as the word spreads, and cousins and nephews and nieces and siblings and neighbours and old friends of dad are starting to stop by from what they heard on the grapevine.

He’s starting to think of this as a near-miss, as close as he’s likely to pass towards death and get away with it. He’s showing off his war wounds of swelling and bruising. Perhaps not surprising from what I’ve related before.

It all makes the gorgeous sunrise this morning, more so.

sunrise on Hwy 7

The plan was my being at my folks’ place from 8 a.m. to 2 p.m. today so my mom could do a doctor’s appointment. That got balled up and rolled on a different trajectory. My parents ended up calling an ambulance at 5 a.m. because of an acute attack of gout. They were coming in as I was coming in. That pill does quick fix work.

I ended up staying ’til around 4.

Glad Game: Dad’s able to open his jaw more and eat more to his liking. He’s decided to shave. Mom said but the lotion will sting. His response: It hurts anyway, what does it matter? He’s generally being good about not overstretching himself but he’s all use it or lose it.

Glad for the ability to drive and get out there and pop over and get a prescription picked up.

We saw a cousin I haven’t seen in a couple decades. I called him by his dad’s name and he looks like him. You know time has passed when generations catch up like that….

Glad to see lots of kin and old neighbourhood people and new people.
uncle serious

Glad about seeing my heart-brother’s daughter and son and getting some adorable shots of them. The 3-year-old was crawling all over me. She kept calling me Lady but by the end waved at the screen door, “bye pale, bye pale”.

Animal Gladness: Some tumbles of barn cats everywhere in their diversity of coats and moods and one silly dog wearing sunglasses. This is a dog who also drink coffee but only if it’s Tim Horton’s and with a particular number of sugars and creams.

Glad for a couple supper dates booked with the Hub this week to regroup and recharge and hang out.

Glad he’s heading home and we’re both going to be in the same time and place for hours this evening, apart from a short meeting in there.

Glad for Halloween. Maybe I’ll show up in costume. I do love just taking the buses in costume.


Glad for the AB Series starting up shortly with more new poetry readings.

the cat's meow
It’s the cat’s meow

Glad for finding a used zipper up sweater. It’s a gap in my closet. I have warm pullovers but had nothing that was really warm and open-able by buttons or zip for that middle season.

Link: It’s that time of year…vote for your favs at best of Ottawa poll at Xpress

Quote: “Events will take their course, it is no good of being angry at them; he is happiest who wisely turns them to the best account.” – Euripides

28 Oct 2007, 8:41pm

Update II

It’s a small world. The nurse raises and shows horses. Dad and she even know a person in common so he could talk about his favorite subject of horses.

They were shooting the breeze. I was shooting what I could see.
misc medical vials

Dad’s matter of fact of how his face looks. He’s been given an all-clear for departure from neurology and plastic surgeons. He’s released and home with mom. Our bet is that as soon as he got out of the car, he headed straight to the barn to check on the equine side of the family.

I expect to be out there tomorrow.

Thanks for all your supportive thoughts, wishes and words.

One thing I became aware of is a spotlight of contrast on how I listen. Leaning on bedrails, to catch any word being said, here until I’m kicked out or dad falls asleep, how much of a contrast that is with how I sometimes listen to Hub. That attentiveness and honoring with time is something I can do more across the board, being present where ever I am present. I’m better at that than where I was but I have further I could go.

Blog News: Deana’s Earl is safely home.

Phil Jenkins Plan, as it stands, is for next post [soon] to recap the Writers fest of Phil Jenkins’ book, Beneath my Feet: The Memoirs of George Mercer Dawson.

28 Oct 2007, 8:43am


Another day, another day at the hospital. I’m not online much.

Dad’s off I.V., out of the Emergency Department and into Observation Department. Dad’s energy is good. But that summary depends on who you ask.

Funny how takes on things vary. A few weeks ago my mom was recounting what she called the tragic life of a woman she’s acquainted with who got cancer a third time. She was all poor poor woman, cursed, cursed. And my reaction was confusion. She sounds like a survivor to me. I said as much. Mom was confused. There’s a lot of life around, during between bouts of cancer.

Counterpart interpretation…No one come by to tell him where the washroom is so he’ll go do it himself. My dad decides he’s going to get out of bed and go figure out the floor plan of the place he’s in. Mom sees this as being a difficult patient and disobeying doctor.

I see it as mind over body. His knee is a green grapefruit and it hurts to bend but that’s no reason to not bend it. It hurts for him to shift in bed let alone sit up or walk but he’s been as bad before. Getting up is reasonable, not advised but understandable to keeping control and self-reliance and dignity.

He’ll eat what he can by himself. If chewing open his face cuts, so be it. He’s happier that the dressing is off his hands so he can monitor their healing.

Both of us always want to know what’s going on. We go over the information we’ve got.

Mom registers at the level, a doctor talked and said something and that made me feel this. What did he say, some generic wave of hand.

Funny dad’s usually a day-to-day pessimist. He can find the tornado-watch cloud for any silver lining. I took it as a good sign of old self when he said I don’t suppose I’ll live thru this one.

Now he’s relishing the experience of what is new and what the nurses are doing and the activities are and taking note of the numbers of his machines for trends. Last night he said, this weekend should make for an interesting story if nothing else. His narrative mind is kicking into gear.

26 Oct 2007, 10:57pm
Health Pearl's Life

Dad’s Accident

Days do nothing if not change, mm? Long story/ day, short?

I got a call from mom around noon that Hub and I needed to come to the hospital since my dad had had an accident and it “looked bad”. It was the shortest phone conversation I’ve ever had with her. Her being direct and subdued is indicative alone of something serious.

My dad has always trained horses, as I’ve mentioned from time to time. The story, as I know it, is that my cousin (back thru great-grandparents level) saw dad training a horse. They, the mare and dad, went past his place. My cousin heard a whining engine coming too fast on the far side of the corner.

He related that he thought to himself, “that’s going to be trouble”. He got in his truck. He had barely so much as gotten in when he sees “a horse running faster than I ever saw a horse run”, running blind pulling an empty buggy behind him.

At the next house over, my cousin’s son was already at the side of the road and dad was on the roadside not breathing. My cousin thought he was dead, pulled out his cell phone, called an ambulance.

My dad gave a gasp and came to, but he looked pretty rough and bloody with road burn on hands and face. He looks like the results of a motorcycle accident, thrown, face plant, on pavement.

Somewhere in the resulting scramble, my mom borrowed a cell and phoned me. My cousin’s son found my dad’s hearing aid but set it on a vehicle that drove off. My uncle was arranged to go calm the horse, unhitch it, take its harness off, put away the buggy. Another cousin was called to come help do the chores. I picked up the Hub at work, got to the hospital about an hour after they had arrived by ambulance.

On a gurney lineup in a hallway of hospital 2 for an hour, dad was given his first pain pain killers around hour 3 1/2 since accident. I’m wondering how many of the doctors and staff know what a mare is or when answers what do you remembering happen and he talks about Lady or says she was dancing…wonder whether they understood that he is being coherent.

The results of Xrays and scans and poking are to discover various broken bones (shoulder, collarbone, cheek bones and basal skull), and the neurology department monitoring him because the CT scan showed a little blood leaking around the brain.

A few hours later, I realize I haven’t heard the word honey used so often since I toured a bee farm.

Nursing staff decided he was tough as nails. Some people would be going into more shock or ask for pain killers. He tried to shrug his broken shoulder and say it wasn’t too bad. But he’d just as rather had stayed in bed this morning to be honest.

Dad’s response is more or less taking things on his own terms. In the ambulance, strapped down he worked free an arm and grabbed a handle of the cabinet to hold onto.

At the hospital the bed being cranked up wasn’t enough. Dad was trying to sit up. Once he accomplished that by pulling himself up by the bed rails, he could get a good look around then he laid back down again.

Later two more doctors come by and this happens:

doctor: Do you have any allergies?
dad: oh, not much.
doctor: Not much? Are you allergic to something? You’ll have to tell me what one.
dad: Pills
doctor: You’re allergic to pills. What kind?
dad: That depends, what kind are you thinking of giving me?

He was totally messing with them and Hub and I burst out laughing. Dad’s taking control of this situation.

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