No Earthquake for Me
So, the last time an earthquake rumbled through this area John and assorted friends told me breathlessly about feeling it, but I was at school and didn't feel anything.
And today I'm seeing all kinds of reports of Torontonians and those of us north of the city feeling the earthquake, but I was at the hospital with John and I didn't feel anything at all.
I think our institutional public buildings must truly be built like, well, like bricks.
John's continuing to improve. Turns out he has bubbles on his lung and it was the bursting of one of the bubbles that caused the collapsed lung on Saturday. So tomorrow he goes in for a low-risk "keyhole" procedure where the surgeon has to "pop" the bubbles and seal them off. Another 4-5 days of hospital bedrest after that and he should be good to come home.
I'm walking over to the hospital (about a 25 minute walk) each day about 11:30 and staying 'til 6 or 7. We talk, watch TV, I read while he dozes or has tests done. As Judith predicted in her comment earlier in the week, John is already getting very restless and he's appreciating the food I'm bringing him from home :).
Funny, too, how you work so much by rote in these situations to keep yourself healthy. It's 11:30- go to bed. You need eight hours of sleep. Get up- go have a decent breakfast- cereal AND fruit and pack a bunch of berries, bananas and sandwiches with you to take to the hospital so you don't live on Tim Horton's coffee and bagels.
Along with walking to the hospital and back each day (and to the grocery store before that) I'm probably living healthier than I've lived all summer. You forget, though, how severe stress can make you feel like you've been beaten up and thrown in a ditch. I'm not as stressed as I was on the weekend, but every muscle in my body is still aching from the stress I felt then. I'm sure the walking will continue to be good for that. And the eight hours of sleep a night, so I should sign off now...
(Photo: John's sisters visited John on Sunday and figured he'd be missing our two cats. They decided he should have some hospital cats of his own.)
And today I'm seeing all kinds of reports of Torontonians and those of us north of the city feeling the earthquake, but I was at the hospital with John and I didn't feel anything at all.
I think our institutional public buildings must truly be built like, well, like bricks.
John's continuing to improve. Turns out he has bubbles on his lung and it was the bursting of one of the bubbles that caused the collapsed lung on Saturday. So tomorrow he goes in for a low-risk "keyhole" procedure where the surgeon has to "pop" the bubbles and seal them off. Another 4-5 days of hospital bedrest after that and he should be good to come home.
I'm walking over to the hospital (about a 25 minute walk) each day about 11:30 and staying 'til 6 or 7. We talk, watch TV, I read while he dozes or has tests done. As Judith predicted in her comment earlier in the week, John is already getting very restless and he's appreciating the food I'm bringing him from home :).
Funny, too, how you work so much by rote in these situations to keep yourself healthy. It's 11:30- go to bed. You need eight hours of sleep. Get up- go have a decent breakfast- cereal AND fruit and pack a bunch of berries, bananas and sandwiches with you to take to the hospital so you don't live on Tim Horton's coffee and bagels.
Along with walking to the hospital and back each day (and to the grocery store before that) I'm probably living healthier than I've lived all summer. You forget, though, how severe stress can make you feel like you've been beaten up and thrown in a ditch. I'm not as stressed as I was on the weekend, but every muscle in my body is still aching from the stress I felt then. I'm sure the walking will continue to be good for that. And the eight hours of sleep a night, so I should sign off now...
(Photo: John's sisters visited John on Sunday and figured he'd be missing our two cats. They decided he should have some hospital cats of his own.)