FROM MONDAY, MAY 2ND
Yesterday it was a sun filled day with a temperature of 17C, or 62F. Beautiful! Except I spent from noon to 9 PM in a hospital waiting room, where not even a drink of water is allowed because masks are obligatory at ALL times. Any diabetic person there was told to go outside to eat or drink if needed. I didn’t dare go grab a breath of that wonderful fresh air for fear of losing my place in line; they call your name twice with a 30 second wait between the calls, then it’s ‘NEXT!’.
I consoled myself by thinking that I was better waiting than being in the back rooms where doctors present were working hard to stabilize a couple of patients brought in by ambulance. Members of their families came rushing in, their expressions worried and in shock, all hurrying to the doors where an orderly waited to escort them into the intensive care unit. It made me want to slap the mouthy, impatient complainer who was upsetting us all with his constant and loud criticism of the hospital staff. He finally left, without treatment, at the 6 hour mark, and the unanimous sigh of relief could be felt throughout the crowd.
My turn came at 8 PM. The doctor was apologetic for the long wait, but I smiled and told her I was good – it wasn’t her fault – it happens – and please, what is this rash? It seems I could be allergic to the dye in the uniform required at work. She prescribed a strong cortisone treatment and a follow-up in 14 days, at which point I would see a dermatologist if not better. I need to wear something under the uniform to keep it from touching my skin, and to wash it separately. It will be a subject of conversation with my boss when I go to work later today – they are very particular about the uniform bit.
FRIDAY. MAY 6TH. 1:30 AM
Sorry, folks – time got away from me. I’ve been applying the cortisone and taking the allergy medication but can’t see much of an improvement. True, I’ve been working every day except Wednesday, wearing a black sweater under the uniform, but….I still look like a dried up strawberry from my neck to my feet. UGH!
Wednesday saw us having a birthday supper here for another of my close friends. My Little Flea was with us, as well as her daddy. Karen made a Hazelnut cheesecake, we put a few candles on it, and savoured the creamy, delicious ‘belly enhancer’ which, after already chewing on steak and baked potatoes, left us heavy but relaxed. Nothing better than good food with great company.
The weather is awesome at the moment – sunny and around 20C, not too hot, not too cold, and everyone is SMILING!
Sending mine out to y’all!!
LUV FROM THE BUSH IN QUEBEC
Tales from the Bush in Quebec 