um, so the last few days have been eventful. both good and bad.
monday i finished work and headed up to hit morin heights for some free skiing. it was a bit of a bummer because they only had one lift opened and so in two hours we did only 4 runs. morin heights is tiny, it takes about 5 mins or less to get to the bottom if you're an average skier. 30 seconds if you're my boyfriend. as the night went on it went from warm to windy, icy, humid, i managed to catch a few patches of ice. the last run i did i caught a nice patch, couldnt manage to stop until i caught an edge, lost my footing, and basically flew, spun, and landed on my shoulder, getting some mild whip lash. so i was moderately alright, until tuesday, which sucked. all is well and passed now however.
currently though, i have random pain in my hip, and after the hot bath i took, hasnt much subsided, i've tried stretching it out, and i don't truthfully know what to do. it's really in there. i'm concerned, and we'll see whether i get to spend my saturday morning off at the docs again or not.
worst of the worst. i was at work yesterday and received a missed call from my father. we don't speak too too often, but we speak. something didn't feel right with the having missed a call from him. when i finally managed to take my lunch break i checked my messages. my uncle's voice was letting me know my father had a heart attack. as soon as i heard my uncle, you can guess that i began to feel the rush of tears. i immediately called mom, and then eventually got off work. i waited 4 hours to see my dad. he was back and forth between two hospitals since 11am. he had one artery blocked at 100%. doctors managed to save him before it got too serious, which is the good news. he's recovering well. he now has three stints, and one fully unclogged artery. now it's pill, diet, exercise, and his favorite, quitting smoking, and not working.
i'm relieved that everyone is giving me positive news. however, i've waited 8 years to receive the phone call that my father was less than ok. 8 years being, that it's been 8 years passed last saturday since my brother left us. it's been a big week.
also, our shit vacuum at work apparently spews dust. my eyeball hurts, and i suspect its works carpet vomit. thanks body.
and i have a cold.
monday i finished work and headed up to hit morin heights for some free skiing. it was a bit of a bummer because they only had one lift opened and so in two hours we did only 4 runs. morin heights is tiny, it takes about 5 mins or less to get to the bottom if you're an average skier. 30 seconds if you're my boyfriend. as the night went on it went from warm to windy, icy, humid, i managed to catch a few patches of ice. the last run i did i caught a nice patch, couldnt manage to stop until i caught an edge, lost my footing, and basically flew, spun, and landed on my shoulder, getting some mild whip lash. so i was moderately alright, until tuesday, which sucked. all is well and passed now however.
currently though, i have random pain in my hip, and after the hot bath i took, hasnt much subsided, i've tried stretching it out, and i don't truthfully know what to do. it's really in there. i'm concerned, and we'll see whether i get to spend my saturday morning off at the docs again or not.
worst of the worst. i was at work yesterday and received a missed call from my father. we don't speak too too often, but we speak. something didn't feel right with the having missed a call from him. when i finally managed to take my lunch break i checked my messages. my uncle's voice was letting me know my father had a heart attack. as soon as i heard my uncle, you can guess that i began to feel the rush of tears. i immediately called mom, and then eventually got off work. i waited 4 hours to see my dad. he was back and forth between two hospitals since 11am. he had one artery blocked at 100%. doctors managed to save him before it got too serious, which is the good news. he's recovering well. he now has three stints, and one fully unclogged artery. now it's pill, diet, exercise, and his favorite, quitting smoking, and not working.
i'm relieved that everyone is giving me positive news. however, i've waited 8 years to receive the phone call that my father was less than ok. 8 years being, that it's been 8 years passed last saturday since my brother left us. it's been a big week.
also, our shit vacuum at work apparently spews dust. my eyeball hurts, and i suspect its works carpet vomit. thanks body.
and i have a cold.
lord_renob:
My sympathies on your troubles. Hope you're feeling better by now, both physically and emotionally. @};-
xombies:
thanks, at least somethings are better. dads at home now.