There is one big difference with living in the North as compared to living in the South...you have a whole new appreciation for keeping yourself healthy.
I knew I had gall bladder problems. I saw the doctors and had the tests while in Toronto, and even had surgery scheduled for the datys just prior to Christmas Break. Well, Karma is a bitch and has a way of biting you in the rumpus, shall we say? I have been crabbing about my roommate's terrible eating habits and finally just gave up for a weekend of "sin". Didn't go so well. I got very little eaten before my gall bladder protested. Actually, it launched an all-out nuclear offensive against me. Guess who won the war?
I wound up being carried by Tim (my principal) and Stephen (my roommate) into the Health Unit on Sunday night. It took a double dose of Gravol and pain killers to even take the edge off. The next day, still vomiting and in major pain, I went back. This time, the sneaky gall bladder instituted germ warfare contrary to the Geneva Convention, and I wound up with an infection evidenced by climbing fever. At that point the Air Ambulance was called and I was whisked off to Winnipeg. Had surgery on Wednesday and came home Monday, feeling bloated from the abdominal gas that they use during surgery but EVER so much better otherwise.
So, a VERY good reason to be especially careful of your health when you are in remote parts, let alone in a major city.
Hope you're all well, and I will write again soon!
TTFN!
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