Well that was an experience…

  Went to the hospital today for the routine procedure that turned into something out of a hospital horror movie. Is there such a thing as a hospital horror? I don’t know but it was a bit more than I expected and I came out of it loving the Canadian Health Care system!

I showed up at the hospital and the doctor then proceeded to go over every single mole and blemish on me with this weird tool that was supposed to measure irregular borders or something. Anyway after that I had to wait in line to be billed and put a deposit on the surgery. Only a mere 700 dollars! What is that? I could do the procedure myself with a knife and a bottle of Bombay! Anyway then I was taken up to the OR floor. They made me take off my shoes and jewelery and all of that. The shoes they gave me to wear into the OR were probably 4 sizes too small as they don’t usually get tall white girls in such a place. Then I took off all the clothes and put on a gown. Then they did the hair net thing and made me get in this tiny little bed. I’m seriously not that big of a girl but I felt like I was in little people land!

They told me that they were just going to give me some freezing and not put me to sleep or anything but they totally did! They shoved an IV in my arm (nicely it was a pink one) and then it really started to hurt and they asked me if I was okay and I said sure and then 3.5 hours later I woke up in another room.

MK was waiting for me, poor girl, not a fun way to spend a Thursday night. So once I was okay enough I got up and dressed and waited around forever to pay and all of that. It was a lot of money and I’m hoping my health insurance through the school will pay for it.. otherwise.. life will get the wrong kind of interesting.

Anyway that is all done for now and I stayed home from work today because I’m sore and a tad cranky but I have a feeling that some coffee and breakfast and daytime TV will remedy that!

Feelin It

    Due to basic female insecurity, low self-esteem or a warped idea of something or other, I tend to be a bit surprised when people show me support or tell me they love me or basically.. just care. I’m not saying this as a cry for help or to get pity.. just something in my head makes me doubt that I’m all that important to people. I know.. it’s a bit crazy.

Anyway yesterday was a really nice day in a strange way. A few people here and in the Asia area know that I was going to the hospital for that certain little ordeal and the people who knew really did nice things and made me feel all special and loved and supported. I got a few nice emails from some people at work, MK brought me fresh OJ and promised to come with me if I needed her to, CF hung out with me in the morning and gave me a big hug, HKN and I had a big long chat in which he said all sorts of nice things and let me know he was thinking about me, the India guy called me right away and then also said all sorts of nice things… and it was just.. nice. I felt loved.  I didn’t feel alone and it was nice to be reminded that I do have some amazing people in my life.

When does it ever end???

   I find that my creativity peaks when I’m the most busy with other non-creative ventures. My marking has piled up to a completely unmanageable amount as well as a whole lot of other paper work. I have determined that I would make a lousy administrator. Can’t keep papers neat no matter how hard I try. It kind of stresses me out. Plus I heard that handling too much paper makes your nails weak. So there.. need to live a life with minimal administration involved.

I’ve been feel rather angsty when it comes to creativity these days. I have these fragmented ideas floating around my brain but no proper outlet for them. I can’t commit long enough to write anything substantial or to explore them further. At least the holidays are coming up and I am free to get lost in my thoughts for a while. See if anything in there makes any sense.

I’m only teaching half my course load because the other half of the students are writing Mock Exams. It’s quite nice although the supervision of them isn’t the most fun. Talk about a boring way to pass the time. It’s been alright though because even though we aren’t supposed to do marking or anything that looks like real work.. some of us play word games or write ridiculous poems or the really geeky teachers write the exams too. It’s all in the name of passing the time. Speaking of which, I need to get to my supervision…

Oh and this afternoon I’m headed to the hospital to get “cut up”.. the fun just don’t stop!

Leap

Last night I went to the hospital to see the dermatologist to get the skin cancer thing looked at. I figure a hospital here can handle the procedure although I suppose I’ll get it double checked when I’m in Canada this summer. It’s all a bit strange sounding. The bit on my chest is the worst. The Doctor said that she’ll make a few cuts and then leave me open while the results are sent to the pathologist, who will then inform her if she needs to take more or not. This doesn’t sound fun. Plus I’ll end up with a scar that could be anywhere from 1-3cm all around the area.. in an area that’s a tad tricky to cover up.. especially in the summer time. Sexy right?

I am so glad it’s Friday today! This hasn’t been my favourite week.

Oh and happy Leap Year or Leap Day or however we refer to it!