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I think it's best to say we're all hurting in our own ways right now.

I just feel hopeless about all of this... the pain, the loss, the feeling of victimization, regardless how remote. We're all victims in some way or another... 19 people have managed to implement something of such horror that it has violated each and every person in both the US and Canada.

It hurts, does it not?

Where do we go from here? Do we seek vengance? Will we allow bloodlust to encapsulate us all? Do we sit back and accept it and move on? Will our economies dive because of this?

I don't want vengance but I want punishment. I know I am contradicting myself but I can honestly say that innocents must not die from this. We cannot have another Israeli/Palestinian conflict. This cannot be a Northern Ireland perpetual battle.

This is just wrong and saddening. Sure, my life is starting to move on but I am still wounded myself... this horror that was perpatrated on three buildings thousands of miles from here has far flung effects.

When will we feel safe again? Alas, so many questions... not enough answers.

 
some thoughts on hospitals:

i've been in the hospital a lot, but I only remember a few things:

waking up from anaesthetic. That's a good time. I am quite sure I look gorgeous blathering and foaming at the mouth. Not to mention the drool.

my mom and the nurse talking knitting while i'm being wheeled into the OR. Apparently they thought some nice normal chatter would 'calm me down', personally i felt a little 'sympathy for the big Daf' was in order

drinking 7 mini seven ups and puking all over the place. Yay me.

going for Boston Pizza after surgery because I was a day patient

Boston Pizza was the best. Now that I'm old, I don't go into hospital for surgery any more (i have ear troubles) it's just out-patient doctor stuff. Which is weird. Last time I went was when I lived in Grande Prairie, and I walked the three blocks home and no one fed me pepperoni and beef pizza.

probably a good thing since I'm a recovering meat eater.

(good thoughts for your dad. My dad almost died last year, it's traumatic, and beyond words)

 
Anathea, welcome back!! I owe you a package in the mail, don't I?

Hope your dad is doing better, I've been keeping up whenver you post on your site.

I don't have any weird hospital stories, per se. I spent a lot of time in and out of the hospital when my grandma was sick, and the waiting room became a second home for our family. Then there was childbirth. But I'll save that for horror story day. I think the strangest events that happened to me in a hospital were when my son DJ, who was less than 2 at the time, was sick with chronic, painful ear infections. We spent about 3 weeks in and out of the hospital, a lot of overnight stays included. They had to give him anitbiotics through an IV because the regular shots weren't working. So one night, at about 2am when we showed up in the emergency room again, one of the young doctors thought that maybe it wasn't ear infections after all. He decided that my son had spinal menengitis. Nevermind that he showed no symptoms of it. I declined the invitation to test my son for menengitis. The doctor was furious and called me on the carpet for trying to act like I knew more than he did. I explained that he had no symptoms. The good doctor said that they had to rule it out, so they would do the test. Rule it out? Are they going to perform tests to rule out every other disease known to man, I thought. So there I am, 2am, overtired, overworked, already upset, standing in an overlit hospital corridor while a nurse comes and grabs my son out of my arms so they can administer a spinal tap. I say I will carry him to the room. "Oh no," the nurse says, "you can't come in." Apparently they are afraid of mothers overreacting when they hear their child scream in pain as a long needle is stuck into their back. She pushes me away from the door. DJ is hysterical. He's in pain, he's scared, and now they are making his mommy go away. There's a little window in the door. I look through it as they close the door, trying to get a glimpse of what they are doing to my baby. He's face down on the table and they are holding him down as he screams in terror. I start crying when I see the size of the needle they are going to put in him. Another nurse comes along. She takes me by the arm, leads me down the hall and hands me a quarter. She points to the pay phone. "Call someone," she says. It's 2am. Who am I going to call? I call my best friend Barbara. She is totally understanding, as always. She talks to me as I can hear the faint sounds of my son screaming from down the hall. After a few minutes, I don't hear him any more. I panic. What have they done to my child? Horrid thoughts run through my head. I practically run down the hall, my legs rubbery as if in a dream. I look in the little window and there is the nurse, holding DJ in her arms and singing to him. She is rocking him back and forth and soothing him by rubbing his head gently. He's whimpering now, but no longer crying. But I am.

The test eventually come back negative for menengitis, and DJ has tubes put in his ears. His ear infections subside, but the lingering residue of the experience remains in the form of a slight hearing loss and speech therapy.

And that is my hospital story. Not really weird, but I thought I'd share anyhow.

 
Hello World! I know I have been a terrible group therapist... I've been gone, what now, two whopping months? Eeek. That's like 25 years in Web-time.

But, I've missed you. And I'm back, if you'll all keep me. :)

I've spent 31 of the last 60 days in the hospital with my dad, who's been bobbling in and out of.. Well, pretty much anything a man can bobble in and out of and survive. But, 31 days is a wicked long time, especially concidering those nasty-ass-uncomfortable hospital chairs that they give you. I've gotten a giant eyeballfull of the medical industry. I'd love to hear, just for some weird, sick satisfaction, about everyone's weirdest hospital adventures.

And, uh, by the by, how the hell IS everyone? :)

 
Guess what happens in less than two days,
summer ends and I become dazed
by tests, college apps,
and all of that crap,
and those ugly red and blue hallways.

eeeeeyagh

 
Hmm. So today my dad and I were traveling down I-270 and being passed and cut off and tailgated by the various evil people of the road....It was inspiring!

What's up with this interstate?
Does everyone think that they're late?
They step on the gas,
and ride on one's ass,
And that is why i am irate.

Bwaha.

 
yeah, haiku week was a riot. I luved it.

how about limericks? I like those.

There once was this man from Regina...

er, no.

Once in the land of an ISP
everyone wanted something for free
let's face it, I said
and whapped someone on the head
and then I danced around in glee.