The year I nearly spent Christmas in the hospital…

Those two rough weeks I had just a little while back? They’ve been topped. Oh how they were topped.

Saturday, December 21st: The cold gets worse

I was having my usual low-energy-five-days-after-chemo sort of day, where I just wanted to sit around and do nothing much. My cough and cold I had picked up from the girls was pretty bad, so I mostly did exactly that, other than a short trip out to North Vancouver to buy a new backpack for Lyra and pick up Adam’s brother to bring back to our place for a visit. Even that seemed like it was pushing it, though, so we went home and relaxed for the night.

I felt worse as the evening progressed. My cold hadn’t been getting better — I had been coughing so hard my stomach muscles were killing me. But the doctor had told me on Monday to take anything I needed to for the cold. I took some NyQuil and went to bed, hoping I would feel better.

The first time I woke up was because I felt off. As I lay in bed listening to my body, it suddenly told me that it wanted to remove all traces of sushi dinner from my stomach, via the route it entered. I obeyed, and spent some time in the washroom throwing up into the toilet. It was unpleasant.

And then I started wondering if I had a fever, but was too out of it from NyQuil haze to really keep that thought in my head. I crawled back into bed with Adam, and went back to sleep for a little while. At least until I woke up again with the feeling of needing to puke again. So I did. And also had some diarrhea. It was even more unpleasant than earlier.

Adam took my temperature and confirmed that I did, in fact, have a fever. I curled up on the couch and coughed a lot and felt generally terrible, occasionally puking into a bowl. Adam phoned the Oncologist’s pager to find out if he should take me to emergency, and I guess she could hear me coughing in the background and I did not sound great. She said yes, and told him that the hospital near our house (Eagle Ridge Hospital) would be fine to take me to. We weren’t sure, because they don’t have a cancer unit there so they don’t necessarily have experience dealing with cancer patient care in emergency, but she said if they had questions they could call her.

I threw up at least one more time, had some more liquified poop fun times, and discovered that my period had started. Fun. I changed into the most comfortable clothes I could find with the expectation of staying in hospital for who knew how long, we woke Jordy up, told him he was in charge of the children until further notice, and Adam whisked me off to Eagle Ridge Hospital (one block away), where the ER was almost empty.

I felt terrible. Beyond worse than I can remember ever feeling. Absolutely at my lowest, and fighting some vague despair that had me wondering how people could keep the will to move forward through feeling so bad. I went away mentally for a while so I wouldn’t have to deal with the despair. It was the lowest of my low points.

I registered with the ER admissions nurse in a combined haze of NyQuil and feeling the worst I have perhaps ever felt in my life. Adam gave them my Bleomycin lung damage card (the one that says I can’t get Oxygen therapy because I’ve had to take Bleomycin for chemo) and showed it to every subsequent nurse or doctor who had anything to do with my care. I’m glad he was attentive, because I was not particularly. I remember thinking, and possibly articulating to Adam, that I felt worse than I had ever felt in my entire life, and I did not like it. Not one bit.

I got moved into a room in the ER, and IV’d up. They sent me off for chest x-rays and then installed me into a very small room in the ER. I drifted in and out of coherence throughout the whole thing, and was thankful not to be throwing up any more. At one point the doctor treating me said he was going to put me on an antibiotic and left the room to get it set up. He poked his head back through the door after a minute, saying “I’m going to put you on a different antibiotic because I looked one up that’s specifically for chemo patients, so that’s what I’m going to put you on, and you really don’t care what antibiotic I put you on do you?” I half-grinned at him and said “Nope, whatever you like”.

Adam updated Facebook with a message to let people know what was happening with me:

I’m starting to dislike feeling so at home in hospitals. Two trips to Eagle Ridge ER in one week for two different family members will attest to that.

Jenny spiked a fever and immediately started throwing up last night (serious stuff when chemotherapy is involved and the immune system is suppressed), right on the day of the lowest point in her chemo cycle. A quick call to her oncologist at 3am confirmed she was to report to the closest hospital ER immediately. Lucky for us Jordy was staying with us so I was able to leave him with the kids. I hadn’t slept all night as it was so was awake and pretty much ready to go.

4 hours later we’ve had a barrage of blood tests, an IV of antibiotics and she is finally asleep. I’ve snuck out of the room for a quick breather

Mission to stop the cold that ravaged my kids over the past three weeks from reaching my wife: Failed.

So far, not fond of Christmas this year. All I really want for Christmas is a return to some sense of normalcy, and about 3 weeks sleep.

This ceiling is starting to look too familiar.

I stayed in that little room with saline and antibiotics pumping in to me, drifting in and out of a very restless sleep while time stood still. They brought me a breakfast that I chose not to eat, because puking sucks and I didn’t trust myself not to do so. Adam sat with me and worried, I assume, but I think he felt better that I was at the hospital than if I was at home being sick. He didn’t sleep, and hadn’t slept much before we went in to Emergency. At some point a friend came to the hospital and sat with me in the tiny ER room, sending Adam home to get some sleep. He needed it.

They came to tell me they were going to move me up to a room in the hospital ward upstairs, and that they didn’t know how long I would have to stay. I didn’t like not knowing how long I’d be stuck in the hospital, and continued feeling pretty terrible. There were no windows in the ER, so I had no concept of time. I woke up sometimes and chatted with my friend Susan, but I wasn’t feeling particularly conversational, and kept falling asleep.

Sunday, December 22nd: My very own hospital room

Eleven hours after arriving at Emergency, they finally moved me upstairs to a room. I had seen at least two doctors who didn’t know what was wrong with me, had a couple of vials of blood taken for tests, and had no real answers about anything. But I was glad to be moving into a quieter, private space. It was 2pm.

This is Lyra's Dragon Hookfang. She thought he would keep me company while at the hospital.
This is Lyra’s Dragon Hookfang. She thought he would keep me company while at the hospital.

Susan was still with me when I moved, and let Adam know where I was when he woke up so they could exchange shifts. They continued pumping antibiotics and saline into me, and I continued feeling terrible. I hadn’t thrown up again, but I did have some more diarrhea, which was SUPER FUN when you’re dragging an IV around with you to the toilet. Plus I had my period to deal with, just to complicate matters more — extra cramping, general discomfort, and a nasty headache on top of all the rest. The nurse gave me some Tylenol for the headache, which helped, and Adam brought my hot water bottle with him to the hospital when he returned, which was good for the cramps.

I ate the first of my hospital meals — a turkey cutlet and some potatoes and vegetables. It was everything you expect from hospital food.

Adam left around 7pm after bringing me a dragon from Lyra to keep me company, and my friend Jenn came over at 7:30 for a short visit.  I had been going through some nasty nausea post-dinner and wasn’t sure it was staying down. Fortunately for everyone it did.

That night I slept in a few uncomfortable shifts, waking up because the IV was uncomfortable, or when the nurse came in to check my temperature and blood pressure, or give me more antibiotics. At one point I had a fever again, so the nurse gave me some more Tylenol to help bring it down again.

Monday, December 23rd: How long do I have to stay?

Jenny and Lyra in the hospital
Family time in the hospital bed.

I woke up to a hospital breakfast of scrambled eggs and moist toast and some more antibiotics that left a terrible taste in my mouth. I had not puked in a long time, but I still had liquid stools, which were really not much fun.

A doctor came in to see me, and told me that they still didn’t know what I had, but my tests would probably take another 24 hours to get all the results, so I was going to be staying for at least one more night, possibly more.

Adam somehow found people willing to help with the girls, since he had to work — and by somehow found people willing, I mean had people offering to help from all corners. Lyra mostly spent the day with him, since she could entertain herself as needed, but a friend took Pandra for the day (and then kept her for the night so Adam could get a real night of sleep).

Another friend, Steve, came to spend the day with me in the hospital, which was above and beyond what was necessary. I appreciated having company, though. It was nice to have someone to talk to in my little room. Adam and Lyra came by for a lunchtime visit, and then came by again at the end of the day to hang out with me before visiting hours were over.

I had Adam phone the other Hospital, Royal Columbian, to tell them what was going on with me at Eagle Ridge. My medi-port surgery was scheduled for the next morning at 9am, but I didn’t really think it was going to happen, all things considered. Royal Columbian called Eagle Ridge and spoke to my nurses and doctor, who then came and talked to me about it.

They told me that, if I wanted to go through with it, they could send me to RCH under a patient transfer, where they would take over my care. I didn’t much like the idea of moving hospitals, and my stomach was still not right. The more I thought about going through with a (albeit minor) surgery while still trying to recover from the cold and fever, the less I liked it. I told the doctor that I really didn’t feel up to going through surgery after everything, and he agreed that it was probably for the best to put it off.

Otherwise, it was a quiet day, filled up mostly with random conversation and really hating the taste that the antibiotics left in my mouth. You take the bad with the good sometimes. A few people joked about getting some time away from the kids to rest, and it was somewhat true, but they all knew as much as I did that I’d rather be at home.

That night I had a lot of trouble getting to sleep, and really started feeling like the antibiotic was messing me up as much as everything else. I still had the diarrhea issue, but no nausea any more, and no throwing up. I woke up often throughout the night, though, and it was not nearly as restful as one might hope for. I spent a good part of the night on the internet after failing to fall asleep.

Tuesday, December 24th: Christmas Eve

I woke up on Tuesday morning feeling almost human again and ate another hospital breakfast. I also hadn’t had a fever all night, which made me happy — no fever meant a higher chance of going home, and being home for Christmas.

We had completely missed our opportunity to do our last-minute Christmas shopping. We were going to go on Sunday, but my hospital visit threw that off. We got lucky though; friends ran errands for us, delivering groceries and some Christmas treats for the girls. But I was ready to go home, and be at home with my family, and I think they were ready for me to come home. I anxiously waited for the doctor to show up and give me an update.

He arrived around 9:30am or so and told me that they hadn’t found any C. Difficile in my tests, and no signs of any bacterial infection, so I could come off the antibiotics (yay!). He also said my bloodwork came back saying that my white blood cell count was really good, especially for someone on chemo. There were some other tests that would take about a week to come back — for different parasitic infections — but he didn’t think that would end up being an issue for me. So basically I just got hit, really hard, by a viral infection that gave me a fever. And fevers are bad for me while I’m on chemo, which was why we went to the hospital in the first place.

Since none of the tests came back saying anything really bad, the doctor told me I could go home any time. I thanked him and sent a message to Adam letting him know that I could come home, and he should come get me soon. He was as happy as I was, and said he’d be there within the hour, so I started getting my stuff together and cleaning up my room.

The happiest moment was when the nurse took out my IV. I was so tired of that IV. I was tired of the antibiotics making me feel crappy. And I was tired of hospital food. I wasn’t yet 100% better energy-wise — I was tired and still felt crappy, but not nearly as terrible as I had a few days before. When Lyra and Adam arrived to bring me home, I was glad to leave the hospital. They were really quite nice and treated me well while I was there — all the nurses were kind and friendly, and I never felt like an inconvenience, even though they had to put on extra protective gear (goggles and a paper robe and gloves) just to come into my room so that I wouldn’t get more sick from them. The doctors were also pleasant and easy to talk to. I would recommend Eagle Ridge Hospital to anyone who needed care.

And so I got to go home for Christmas Eve with my family, and was home for Christmas day. I wasn’t stuck in the hospital on Christmas day, and for that I was thankful. A lot of friends came through for us, either visiting me or helping Adam with the girls or delivering groceries or whatever else needed to be done, and they were awesome. It’s impossible to thank them all enough.

Christmas itself was quiet and laid-back. I still wasn’t feeling normal, so we kept things really low key. We had a tasty turkey dinner at yet another friend’s house on Christmas day. It didn’t really feel much like Christmas for me, but I did my best not to dwell on it.

Next Christmas, though, is going to be absolutely amazing. And there won’t be any hospital food.

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December means…

Christmas holidays are coming up. I am very much looking forward to the time off. Adam’s dad is coming to visit us for the last week of the month, which should be nice, since we don’t get to spend much time with him.

It looks like Christmas day will be at our apartment again this year. I’m a bit worried about the tree and decorations with Lyra being so full of energy and destruction. I’ll probably leave the breakable ones off the tree this year. The tree’s only three feet tall anyway, so it’s not like I need a lot of decorations or anything.The day willl be fun and crowded with Mom & Merv, Chris & Jinni, Adam’s brothers, and Lyra, Adam & I. Last year there was snow… I wonder if we’ll have some this year? So far it’s just been very, very rainy.

Santa's Elf Lyra smilingI’m starting to think about Lyra’s gift list now. I know that some of our family has already picked up some gifts for her, but I’ve put together a list anyway of things we would like her to get (and things she really doesn’t need.) I’ll email it around to family and such.

I’m hoping that the cold I’ve had for the past week is the last one I have for a while. It’s been pretty nasty. Lyra brought it home from daycare, then I caught it. I vegged out last Sunday, ended up staying home on Monday and sleeping half the day, and then tried to work the rest of the week. Ended up going home a bit early on Thursday. Unfortunately, Lyra’s been coughing as much as I have, which means she hasn’t slept well at night, which means neither have I. Yesterday I was feeling better enough that I thought I’d be nearly fine today, but this morning I started coughing again pretty badly. By this afternoon I had a headache from coughing. Not fun, I am grumpy and want someone to take care of me while I lie about feeling sorry for myself. This, however, is not entirely an option, since Lyra’s also not feeling great, and I’d feel guilty asking Adam to take care of both of us.

So here’s my plan for December.

Part the first: keep Lyra’s incoming gifts to a minimum, because we don’t need to overwhelm ourselves with STUFF, because our place is small and because the little girl doesn’t need a billion toys. It’s so hard to break consumerism habits in myself; it’s even harder I think to ask others to do the same. Maybe if I keep our toy standards high we’ll end up with fewer, higher quality items instead of a lot of cheap dollar-store and discount shop things that’ll clutter our world up and are probably full of chemicals and such. Quality > Quantity. I must repeat this to myself.

As for gifts for myself: I’d like to see people and do things. Also, if anyone wants to offer babysitting as a gift, I would not be opposed to that. I’m a big fan of experiences over items for gifts. If some folks have things that they picked out just for me and absolutely love, I’m certainly not going to say no to them or be offended or anything, of course. I still LIKE gifts – it’s a weird balance for me, because I do have a bit of a weakness for nice stuff sometimes, but if I know I don’t NEED something then I feel a little guilty for wanting.

Part the second: Get over this stupid horrible cold and avoid another one until at least January. Okay, so I don’t have that much control over whether or not I catch a cold, but I will do my best to take care of myself for the next month, as much as I can around Lyra’s needs. That means I should sleep more. I’ll see what I can do.

Part the third: Get another awesome holiday photo of Lyra.

Surrounded by napping!

I should be napping with Adam and Lyra and Dayle and Sera, but I am instead awake and writing.

Balcony SnowYou might be aware that Vancouver was hit with a chaotic bout of snowmageddon. It started with a bit of snow, and then (much like a snowball) got rolling into an enormous amount of snow, which eventually turned into rain. The greater Vancouver area is not exactly equipped for snow in these quantities that lasts for this long – plows are few and far between, and we were lucky to see them on main streets. I don’t think they ventured onto side streets at all. This meant that side streets were enormous snowbanks with cars hiding under them for a week straight, and sidewalks were only shovelled if the people who lived beyond them took the time to do so.

Now let’s face it: Vancouver locals don’t know how to drive in snow, and can often be seen walking through the snowfall with their umbrellas over their heads. To be fair, the first snowfall every year back in Ontario was always chaotic on the roads too – people every year had to re-learn how to drive in the stuff, and for the first week or so they drove too fast and there was chaos. On the other hand, that first snowfall back east was always followed up by extensive plowing, salting and sanding of the roads – so people could get around if they needed to. I seem to also remember little plows for sidewalks, although that could be a false memory. Either way, within a day of a foot of snow falling, it would be cleared off the roads and side streets, and cars would be able to get in and out of parking lots and driveways without too much trouble.

So I have to wonder if it’s fair to mock the people of Vancouver as being weak and incompetent (which I’ve seen lots of online and from Easterner transplants here in Vancouver) after this snowpocalypse event. Much like Toronto that year they called in the army to clear snow from the streets (I lived there at the time, and the only reason I got out of my apartment was because Templier came over and shoveled the five foot snowbank from in front of my door for me) the infrastructure simply isn’t here to deal with this kind of weather. Toronto called in the army to put snow onto trucks and take it out of the city because there was just too much to plow, and it would have just piled more snow on top of the cars parked on the side of the streets. And boy howdy were they mocked for it – because they HAD the capability of dealing with snow, just not in that quantity.

Vancouver gets rain in the winter. Lots and lots of rain, nonstop for sixty days straight sometimes. The city doesn’t pay to keep a team of plows on retainer because they usually don’t need it, and that money could be better spent elsewhere (maybe dealing with the homeless problem, or clearing out storm drains for the rain, or something, I don’t know what.) So yeah, the city sucks at snow removal, and when we get the usual quantity of precipitation in snow form instead of rain form, chaos will ensue. On Boxing Day, Adam, Jordy & I had to walk home from the Quay, because the buses were getting stuck in the snow on the hills. We saw two or three accidents in addition to the sliding, stuck buses. We saw a lot of people driving way too fast for the conditions. We saw destruction wreaked by too much wet snow piled on top of things. It was hard to walk on parts of the sidewalk due to extra slippery packed down crud, and on other parts due to slush and sludge from intersections. And that was after days and days of snow that wasn’t getting cleared properly. The conditions we ended up with before the rain started simply wouldn’t happen in a place that was used to getting snow because there are systems in place to keep up with it. Sadly for Vancouver, we just don’t have that. Also sadly for us, there are a lot of bad drivers here. Seriously, slow down people!

It’s warming up now, and they’re telling us to beware of flooding (storm drains are going to take a while to clean out once the snow melts) and roof leaks. Some roofs have collapsed. The alley behind our building is still a pile of slush, but it’s melting away and turning slowly into a river. I imagine it’ll be a torrent at some point – I’ve seen that before, when it looks like there’s a river flowing down the streets and alleys of North Vancouver. It’s been really nice to have snow for Christmas, and it makes me very happy to not have to drive anywhere. Now I’m watching it all melt away and waiting for the rains to return. This should mark the end of snowmaggedon/snowpocalypse for us this year – but who knows? Maybe we’ll get hit with another bout of it before the season is done. It could be fun.

Lyra has now woken up and needs a diaper change.

Boxing Day Madness!

So far boxing day has been quiet and mellow. Lyra and I are up and sitting on the couch – Lyra’s petting Sera (who seems to adore the attention she gets from Lyra, including the squealing and ear grabbing) and Adam’s getting to sleep in a bit. We were talking about going out to Future Shop and/or Best Buy today to check out boxing day madness sales with Jordy later this morning. It’s just started snowing again, but it’s supposed to switch to rain later I think. When all this snow melts I have a feeling there may be some flash floods or something. Should be interesting.

I don’t even really care about the boxing day sales today – I just want to get out of the apartment. All this snow has really prevented me from going further than a few blocks of home for the past week or so. I’m starting to feel a little stir crazy.

Christmas yesterday was nice and mellow. Adam and I woke up early with Lyra, who seems to have acquired his morning person attitude, much to my dismay. We knew that no one would be arriving at our place until about noon, so we turned on the Space Network’s Trek-mas marathon (every Star Trek film back to back, we had watched 1 & 2 on Christmas Eve,) did our last minute tidying up, got the turkey ready and into the oven, and then just watched The Search for Spock and the Voyage Home until Adam’s brothers, my brother and sister-in-law, and my mom & Merv arrived. We then continued watching Trek-mas, opened some gifts (mostly for Lyra, she cleaned up this year) and ate my turkey dinner.

Speaking of the turkey – I picked up a utility turkey because I didn’t want to spend a lot. It was a grain-fed bird, but had a label on it that said ‘May have parts missing.’ This amused me to no end. When I opened it up, there was, in fact, an entire leg missing – we named him gimpy the turkey. He was still pretty tasty, and his bones have now been boiled down for soup.

Throughout the evening there were some calls from various family and friends, and we continued watching Trek-mas. We got as far as half-way through Insurrection before Adam and I went to bed (everyone had left by the beginning of Generations or half-way through First Contact, I think.) I’m hoping we can catch Nemesis today – it’s back at Undiscovered Country right now, which was on while everyone was here so we weren’t focussing on it. A few more hours and Nemesis will be on again…

What?

Already thinking about Christmas??

I must be a mom, since Christmas is actually already on my mind.

I’m really looking forward to it, even if Lyra will still be too young to really have a clue what’s going on. The thing I’m worried about, though, is being given copious amounts of toys for her. A friend of mine was talking about having a ‘no plastic toys’ rule this Christmas for their five year old son. They already have hordes of toys, many plastic, hanging around their house, and any more will just add to the problem.

I would rather like to instil this rule for Lyra from the first Christmas. For one thing, our apartment is too small for hordes of toys – we don’t even have a bedroom set up for Lyra, so all her stuff is in what used to be our dining room. We gave the table and chairs away. For another, plastic is full of nasty petro-chemicals and other such things, and the creation process is seriously harmful to the planet and everyone who lives here.

Do I think she’ll never get any plastic toys? Of course not, that would be completely unrealistic of me. I do hope to minimize it. And the bonus to having a no plastic toys rule could mean that when people want to give her a toy, it’ll be something a little higher quality (which means not as much stuff in quantity, too… also good.)

So yeah. Rambling r me.

Benefits to a ‘no plastic toys as gifts’ rule are:

  • Less random stuff lying around our apartment
  • Less chance of low-quality crap in Lyra’s mouth
  • Maybe less chance of Lyra being obsessed with having more more more stuff? hopefully?
  • Higher likelihood of toys that are well-made, will last a long time, and are perhaps more ecologically responsible than cheap crap
  • More books!

    So what’s the bad? I guess trying to explain to extended family without them being insulted or annoyed that we don’t want the cute little 5$ plastic trinket that they simply had to buy for her. And having the willpower to not buy those incredibly cute trinkets myself.

    Honestly, though, she doesn’t need an endless supply of toys.

    Ah well, I can be as noble as I want to right now while she’s tiny. Who knows how things will actually go.

  • Post-christmas haze

    Christmas at mom’s was nice. We took a car from the the Car Co-op out to my mom’s place, mellowed out there all day, then came home to sleep. I got snowshoes from Adam, they are truly awesome. Now to set up some snowshoeing dates.

    Yesterday we went in to Vancouver and played board/card games at Wolf’s house. We played Citadels, Puerto Rico, and Carcassone, for nearly 11 hours of gaming funness. Today Adam is working (early shift ew) but will be home soon I think. It’s been rain/snow/slushing out all day – pretty miserable and wet, really. I should go out and get some groceries, but I’ve been lazy. I did do some cleanup and took out the recycling, but that’s as ambitious as I got. Maybe I’ll meet Adam on his way home at the Grocereteria or something. I should really get out of the house, even if it is miserable out.

    I am considering knitting myself some simple slippers. Anyone got a good pattern out there? Preferably easy, because I am lazy and lack attention span for complicated things.

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    Christmas at mom’s was fun. We opened presents and played games. I got a My Little Pony (after making a joke about whether or not a completely different gift was a My Little Pony,) which amused me greatly. Also we now have the extended DVDs of Fellowship of the Ring and The Two Towers. Now all we need is the Return of the King set and we have them all. Woohoo!

    I’ve updated the last three Picture a Day Project photos – I know I fell behind with the whole posting of photos thing, but now I’m caught up again. Two days ago I took a picture of our wine decanter and applied random fun filters to the photo, yesterday we went to the Aquarium where I got a few pictures of fishies, and today I snapped a shot of Adam’s Christmas Gift.

    I have learned, however, that editing photos on my computer is not a good idea. I will forevermore wait for Adam’s to be available. Or at least until the day when I have my own computer capable of editing large photos.

    Christmas Eve

    I realize that I should post my Picture a Day pictures from yesterday and today, but I have acquired another one of those headaches like I got last week in Whistler – abrupt and infinitely painful to the point that all I can do is lie down and close my eyes. Not fun. These are new headaches, unlike the ones I normally get (which are just fairly severe tension headaches.) I doubt it’s anything, really, although I’m starting to wonder if I’m allergic to babies or something, since I seem to get them after spending the day with my sister and her baby.

    (I’m kidding. I don’t think I’m allergic to babies.)

    I really, truly, sincerely wish that I could bring home a dog for Adam. At the moment, however, that is not a good option, since we already have two cats, our new apartment prefers to have no dogs, and we simply can’t afford one. But One can wish…

    It’s Christmas Eve, but it feels like any other night – all the magic seems to be somewhere else. Maybe it’s the headache, or the lack of decorations around me, or the fact that I feel pretty bad about not being able to give people gifts, or the lack of snow. I just don’t know. Maybe I’ve just reached the point where I need to have kids to bring it back. I don’t really think like that’s true, but right now I just don’t feel it.

    I’ll probably be going to bed soon, unless the Aleve really kicks in and knocks out this headache. I doubt it will, however – it hasn’t up until this point (neither has advil, tylenol, or aspirin.)

    Ah well. I’m happy enough in my world. I love my husband, he loves me, we’re very good together, and we have two somewhat adoring cats who also love us in that cat sort of way. I think I’ll go watch the husband play some more Dragon Quest VIII.

    Good night, and merry ho-ho.

    Friday Five

    Christmas Five

    1. Do you have any holiday plans? Christmas morning we’re taking Huffy out to Pitt Meadows where we will be greeted by the hordes (aka Karen, Andy, Finn, Mom, Merv, Chris, Chantal, and Nanny.) Otherwise just packing stuff up for the move.

    2. Will you be traveling? Just to Pitt Meadows.

    3. What is the worst thing about this time of year? The fact that I have no monies.

    4. Do you have any favorite holiday foods? Egg Nog, Turkey, stuffing

    5. Is it a Christmas tree or a holiday tree? Eh. Whatever. I don’t have one this year. Call it what you like, I just like sparkly things. I miss my tree.

    My letter

    Dear Santa,

    I have been very good this year. I no longer live in sin, as I am now married. I have also spent a lot of time working at bettering myself as a human being, and I’ve really done my best not to kill Dayle. You’ve met Dayle, so I know you understand what a challenge this has truly been. I promise to leave you out milk and cookies on Christmas Eve, even though we haven’t put up a tree because all of my ornaments and decorations are in storage back in Ontario. I want to thank you now for sending me an elf to assist me with Adam’s Christmas present – I am eternally grateful.

    And now on to the other part, where I tell you what I want for Christmas. I believe I have already mentioned that what I really want for Christmas is all of my stuff that’s in storage back in Ontario, but I think that’s what I asked for last year, so chances are you just don’t have time to pick it all up on the sleigh and bring it here for me. That’s all right, I will take care of that myself, hopefully in February when we can start to recover from December. Otherwise, however, you can bring me anything off my wishlist, although that’s not necessary either. Just let me make it all the way to Pitt Meadows and home on Christmas morning with Huffy and my husband both in good health… that’s all I really want right now.

    Thanks for everything,

    Jenny