Posted on December 18, 2017 under Monday Morning Musings with 10 comments

 

“Now I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier.”

Barrett’s Privateers – Stan Rogers

Leave no stone unturned.

Unless of course it’s a kidney stone and it’s lodged in your ureter and too big to “pass” the normal way. Then you can have it blasted or surgically removed.

A surprising (?) thing has happened to me lately. I seem to be unearthing all kinds of nagging medical issues. First it was an abnormal bowel screening test followed by a colonoscopy. And on the heels of that procedure, I discovered (while writhing in pain), that I had a kidney stone. By the way, a nurse at the hospital in Truro where I had my ureteroscopy last Friday told me that a fellow nurse has both delivered babies and kidney stones and claims that kidney stones are more painful… and difficult to deliver.Tell that to a mother who has delivered a 10 pound baby. I won’t!

I also have found out that I have a couple of other issues that require further tests. Now, I don’t want to turn my twice weekly column into a medical menagerie. But these days, it sure feels like I’m that broken man on a Halifax pier. I believe they call it aging.

Do you remember the old grade 11/12 biology books that had the pictures of the human body with several plastic sheets that you could lay one over the other to see where all your organs were located? Reminds me of the late Terry Chew whom some of you will remember from our AHS days. Lately, I have familiarized myself again with several of these organs. They are not playing a happy tune.

I won’t bore you with the details of an ureteroscopy… especially in mixed company. The procedure is slightly different for men than women. Look it up if you’re really curious about how they get the scope up to the ureter.

I did have several light moments while under the expert care of the Colchester Regional Hospital. My “navigator nurse” was Carol and she was a consummate professional. She undertook all of the pre-surgery protocol including a long list of medical questions along with do’s and don’ts. I expressed chagrin that I could not wear any of my piercings or makeup.

When I woke up in recovery, I was understandably groggy from the anaesthesia. My throat was sore from the tube and my mouth was bone dry. I was also still wearing an oxygen mask. And there was some discomfort in my nether regions. I summoned Carol with a wave of my arms. She hastily came to my bedside and wondered if I was in distress. I removed the oxygen mask and asked her the following: “Is it a girl or a boy?”  I thought she might be the one who needed the bedpan.

We are SO fortunate in this part of the world to have such great health care despite many of the inherent challenges.

And I am also most fortunate to have my pal Bill Van de sande who has been my chauffeur for many medical appointments, trips to the airport and my sidekick on a cross country trip to deliver a car to Victoria.

India unplugged.

It’s official. I will not be going back to India this winter. I still haven’t received my visa and as fate should have it, I’m fortunate that it didn’t come sooner. While India has an excellent health care system, everything is easier when you’re in your home country. I would not be wanting to deal with all these issues, half way around the world.

There was a notable retirement last Friday. Carolyn Grant, a long term stalwart at the Bergengren Credit Union has called it a day. But don’t think for a moment that a person like Carolyn with smarts and energy will simply put her feet up. She will be helping many people take “the road less traveled” as a travel consultant. She will be sorely missed at BCU.

A postscript on “Miracle on 34^th. Street. “There is a move afoot to make this Christmas classic an annual affair at the Bauer Theatre; such was the reaction to this year’s performances.

I was glad that many of you enjoyed a chuckle with “Christmas Tirade.” The only way I will show up at a large department store this week is in shackles.

Fasten your seat belts. Christmas is 7 days away.

Have a great week.

Reminder. Christmas book sale. Three books $25.00 + shipping. Regular $55. Value. Message me or send me an e-mail at lenpdmacdonald@gmail.com

 

Posted on December 17, 2017 under News & Updates with no comments yet

 

Please join us this evening, Sunday, December 17, 2017 from 6;00 p.m. – 8:30 p.m. for some music and good food. Peter is in from the West Coast and will join me and Betsy for some great tunes. This is a fundraiser for Aghyad Al Zhouri who recently attended an Encounters Canada conference.

We’ll be singing lots of oldies… Johnny Cash, Neil Young, Blue Rodeo and some real oldies ( Bing Crosby !) along with some bluegrass and contemporary ( Gillian Welch ). And of course, we’ll do a few festive carols. You’ll know most of the tunes and can sing along.

After a hectic week, it should be a great way to unwind.

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Posted on December 14, 2017 under Storytelling with 5 comments

Joyeux Noel

Every year, I make a solemn oath at the end of Christmas season. I promise myself that I will never again set foot inside a retail store in the month of December. And every year, I forget my oath when I am asked to do a few little chores

During a holiday season a few years ago, we were heading out to Montreal to spend a few days with our granddaughter prior to Christmas. Since we would not be returning home until Christmas Eve, all the shopping and last minute details had to be done in advance. In an effort to get everything done, I “made  a list and checked it twice”. As fate should have it there were issues with our car. We had recently downsized and now my wife and I shared one vehicle. Hers! My car, fully loaded, with A/C for the hot summer months and heated seats to keep my bum warm in the winter was eschewed for her “ no frills” variety.  A visiting family member borrowed our car and one thing led to another and before you knew it, I was behind schedule. Well behind schedule.

The delivery of Christmas gifts to family and friends was immediately scrapped. Santa doesn’t show up until the night of the 24^th. and neither would we. My trip to the grocery store was uneventful. And oddly enough, the liquor store, conveniently located beside the grocery store, wasn’t terribly busy. I quickly made up lost time and now, with my game face on, I entered my last store on the list. My task was quite simple. Exchange one item of merchandise and buy a meat thermometer for the turkey. Upon entering the store it appeared that everybody in North Eastern Nova Scotia had descended upon the store at exactly 1:30, like a flash mob.

I took a couple of deep breaths and with GPS like efficiency found the aisle that houses the little pads that go on the bottom of kitchen chairs to prevent scratching. The pads I was holding were the wrong size – 1/8 “ too long. All I had to do was find the right size, grab the meat thermometer and head for home. Of course, the shopping gods had seen me coming. They were the only ones who saw me as the clerks were off playing hide and go seek. The store had every size of pad in both vinyl and plastic except the size I was looking for. Oh well, I’ll just get a refund, I thought.

We don’t have turkey that often but locating the meat thermometer, in one of the all- purpose drawers at home, is like trying to find a matching sock. It never seems to be where it should be. I spun on my heels and headed for the checkout. I had a small bag with the returned merchandise and a meat thermometer. In front of me were four lines with about ten people in each. Everyone seemed to have decided to purchase every single present in this one store as they staggered under enormous loads of product.

Oh, Lord, please deliver me! Eenie, meenie, minie, mo. I chose checkout three. After what felt like an eternity, I finally arrived in front of the cashier. I placed the return items on the counter with my sales slip, and the meat thermometer. “I am terribly sorry sir, but I don’t do exchanges at this checkout”. I wanted to reach out and throttle her but I didn’t think that this represented the true spirit of Christmas.

I turned my attention to aisle four, the exchange aisle and silently weep. It was by far the longest line – maybe the longest line in the history of the store. And I’m at the back of it. I’m snorting like a horse and pawing at the ground by the time I reach the checkout. Only one person left in front of me – the customer from hell. He was not nasty and miserable which would have suited me just fine right about now. No, this poor soul was much more aggravating. He was, um, confused.

When he made his exchange along with some new purchases, there was a balance owing. No great mystery there. But alas, he didn’t know which of his 175 credit and debit cards were active. The clerk patiently swiped them one at a time until mercifully, one of them worked. And then, in one of the most sadistic acts I have ever witnessed, the clerk had the unmitigated gall to ask Mr. Dazed and Confused if he would like to add to his impressive collection and apply for a store rewards card. I had never committed an act of violence but twenty minutes of trying to exchange chair pads and buy a goddam meat thermometer had left me on the verge of hair Kari.

When I finally laid eyes on the clerk, I was certain she must have thought that I was a junkie who missed the methadone clinic. My eyes were glazed over.  My transaction should have been simple but I threw her a wicked curve. I had in my possession a $10. Gift card. There ensued a considerable song and dance about whether or not she could do a refund, a purchase and execute the gift card simultaneously.

I was nearly apoplectic as I turned my gaze to the meat thermometer. I was fully prepared to impale myself with the pointed end and end it all but sadly, the thermometer was buried in a “seniors friendly”, impossible to open plastic tomb.

At that moment, I clearly understood what drove normally honest people to steal. Or shop online.