Saturday, February 12, 2011

Highs and lows

Well, my ultrasound came back normal...thank goodness for that. It was a relief. I was more anxious about it than I realised. Now I can relax until August when it's time for the next round of mammograms and ultrasounds. There was yet another examination, with optional clumsy student taking a turn. I suppose he has to learn somehow. There is going to come a point where nearly every medical professional in Vancouver has seen my breasts. My oncologist is actually quite handsome (and young). He's also very personable. I imagine he has to fight off the nurses - not to mention the patients: "Really? Are you sure you don't need to examine me? I mean...I might have something...perhaps you should...just to be sure. I don't mind if the student watches."

I got my hair cut. Really cut. It is a short bob and I think it looks so much better and am very happy with it. I feel more like myself (whatever that means). The reaction of people so far has been extremely positive. So much so that I realise I must have looked crap for some time. Anyway, no more! Take that 6-year old kid who said I looked to old to be a mum. What do you think now...huh? huh? I will post a pic soon.

Both Bronwyn and River got struck down with the flu...on the same day. Poor things (poor me). I actually think it's better when they get sick at the same time and not one after the other. But we missed out on a beautiful day on Thursday. Yesterday and today it has rained non-stop (rain is now forecast for Vancouver until the end of time), so that's okay. Except I am going mad.

My courses at the community centre are going well. A few really sweet 4-year olds (mainly boys). They are a lot of fun; feisty and engaged in the stuff we are doing. I hope I can get more parents to register their kids, but I was told that enrollment in community centre programs is low across the board. My theory is that there are swanky tutoring businesses popping up everywhere. They are flashier and more expensive, but that is exactly the mentality around here it seems. People expect, and want to pay more. It as if they aren't getting good service if they're not paying over the odds for it.

In other news I seem to have injured my thumb. I have self-diagnosed, with the help of Dr. Google, De Quervain Syndrome. It is quite painful and I can't use my left hand much (thank goodness it's the left). I can hardly lift anything, or open a door with it. I had been noticing some discomfort for a while (especially when lifting River, pushing the stroller, or driving), but the other day I tried to twist open the lid of a jar that was quite stuck. The next thing..."OW...that hurts...a lot!" Lesson learned: NEVER try to twist off a lid that is stuck. ALWAYS get someone else to do it so that they f$$k up their wrist instead, (this particularly applies to women like me who don't want to appear weak and "girly" and so do stupid things and get injured). I am going to try using a splint for a while, see how it goes.

Going out for Indian food with Wendy and Simon tonight. I can't wait. Eta: We are finally getting reconnected after nearly two years of Facebook-ing. I used to work with Wendy at Richmond Hospital; my first job when I finished mat. leave with Bronwyn. We had some really good laughs over our lunchtimes. Some of my favourite workplace memories! Simon shares Mark's passion for F1 and racing in general. We also borrowed a video about 4 years ago and need to give it back! And now a night out without children, just like...what is it?...oh yes...real grown-ups! Trini offered to babysit (fool), too late to get out of it now...eta: it was a good night out..went to Maurya Restaurant on Broadway; great food and really good company. And thanks Treen!

1 comment:

Katrina said...

Almost spray-painted my soup from laughing while eating & reading this post, especially those first 2 paragraphs! I suspect the Dr's & students are actually falling over themselves for the chance to examine your fabulous boobs :-)

And the 'handsome' Dr reminds me of the tall, dark & extremely handsome physiotherapist I once had, helping me with my dislocating shoulder. I'd have to lie on my back and use my arm to 'resist' him while he gently leant into it, his face coming dangerously close to mine. I often wondered if he trying to be funny -repeating 'resist....resist....resist each time he leant into me....of course I was bloody well trying to 'resist'! ;-) Sheeesh!