It started last weekend with the huge snowstorm that lasted three days. My stomach was terribly upset and I had the worst diarrhea there ever was. Mom warned me not to go out as the roads were dangerously slippery. The idiot city crews had not prepared their machines for winter and were caught flat footed. One morning alone, Mom heard on the radio there were 17 calls for ambulances for people suffering injuries from falls. Needless to say, I was stuck at home. There would be no scooter rides to my fitness classes any more.
I finally got to see my Dr. and she is having some blood tests done as well as a pelvic ultrasound to see if there is any problem with my old appendix surgery site (taken out in 2005). She gave me a powerful slow release narcotic to take at bedtime to see if it would help me sleep. Well, the pain is reduced, but the side effect of a very itchy red rash all over my lower legs was not particularly helpful :P But I still kept waking up and in fact, felt kind of antsy too.
I played in a weekend bridge tournament with this woman from Texas, and we did not do a single placing, was pretty dismal. Suprisingly, though, she wants to play with me again! She is the girlfriend of one of the top bridge players in my province. I was so tired, I occasionally had to be prompted it was my turn to bid or play!!! It was just frustrating how dead tired I was and these tourneys ran late and I still had to walk home. I stuffed my face with sweets in an effort to stay awake, but that didn't work :P
It was on the last day of the tournament they announced the death of my long time bridge partner and friend, Dorothy. She was finally released from the horrible cancer pain she was suffering from. She was born in 1933 and leaves two sons behind to mourn her.
As one of the original founding members of our bridge club, there will be a lot of people wishing to pay their last respects. I had to make the decision to cancel the Friday team game at the club as her funeral was being held at that time. It was hard as bridge players generally hate their schedules being mixed up as they plan for their teams and partners a year in advance (as soon as the date book comes out in fact) but I have not gotten any flack over it. I should hope I will not either as Dorothy was a wonderful, pleasant, well liked woman.
Yesterday (Tuesday) I had free as my mentor had family visiting. But I had to do some club work and finished it and was on my way back home when I heard a plea for help. This poor man in a power chair was stuck in the snow. While the sidewalks had all been scraped, driveways were still mushy and there was still a layer of slippery snow on them. I helped him out of one mess only for him to drive right back into another snowbank :( The problem was the steering on those power chairs is so sensitive, the slighest touch would send him in a skid :( my worst nightmare for what will happen to my scooter should I have tried to make it somewhere on it. I kept pushing and pulling and basically manually heaving this guy foreward for almost a block before another guy stepped in and helped. He decided to push him right out to the middle of the street as that is the only clear pavement around!! With large berms of snow, he had nowhere to go but straight down the middle of the road. fortunately, he was not far from his destination of the mall.
During my layoff from my classes, I tried my toughest DVD, a 40 min Boxing one where you spent the entire time bouncing on the balls of your feet and it also had three very tough skip rope segments. I managed to make it through, but the next day my quad from my operated hip side was screaming. I guess I was not quite ready to do high impact for that long yet. I spent the day hobbling around and took two days off from exercising :( I had thought my stomach woes were over as I had one clear day, but they came screaming back with a vengeance as I sit with a heating pad on my stomach writing this :(
I will leave you with some photos I never got to:
I am not able to show you any of the trees the beaver downed as they were all too big, but there were many as they were frantically trying to get food before freeze up.
We had to traverse this rocky stream:
Caught a balloon taking off:
Watched it sail over the river. In the background is the new children's hospital being built:
How my Mom and Stepdad moved all those big rocks into their property:
Every single rock, huge or small, they moved manually with just pure gut strength, using a dolly and leverage. Here they pause to think about the next angle of attack:
A new trail, grassy, not well used:
Ended at this steep slope:
Backtracked to get on the usual trail and checked out the latest graffiti
Love these boardwalk trails, a necessity as this trail is very boggy
It was some cyclists that put out all these boardwalks, as they try to maintain the trails for their biking.
A lot of work had been done, hauling that stuff in:
It was going off and on cloudy and sunny:
That majestic tree has finally given up the ghost:
Below this tree is a beaver lodge and we always wondered why they never tried to take down that big old tree
That is about it for now, running late as usual, though not sure my sore tummy will let me sleep anyway, can sympathsize with my Spark buddy Lexie.
Thanks for stopping by,