Over the next 14 hours, things broke down slowly, to the point where I couldn't articulate my thoughts into speech- which alarmed poor Kate (then still in Ontario) enough to insist I get to Emerg. That set off a long evening in a hospital corridor on a stretcher with Erin, who found me at home, inarticulate and crying, and got me over there. From the hallway we were dumped into, we watched the drama of an older woman on her stretcher, calling out to the nurses for an hour, and when relief did not come, finally peeing in her bed with some vindictiveness.
I still need a lot of sleep and I get headaches, but the worst is over. Thanks to all who either hosted my incoherent self overnight, who patiently nursed me while I could do almost nothing, or just worried on my behalf. It is humbling to see how little it takes to become incapacitated, and to see how your friends and family rally for you. I am grateful.
Before my meet and greet with the road, I took some spring-time pictures of Vancouver, which I thought I'd share. This city just bursts with buds and flowers on every street, and it is incredible. It almost makes me stop resenting the outrageous cost of living.
