In other words, despite having a nice cozy Christmas this week (pictures soon to come) life still keeps punching me in the throat. For example: I'm sick as a dog, (coughing, stuffy nose, slight fever, etc.) Jessica has a hernia, (which requires extensive surgery resulting in her absence from work for 3 weeks) Mike sliced off his finger tip (complete with fingernail and flesh chunk) and I left my wallet with credit cards, bus pass, money and basically my life - on the bus. Since it is now "Holiday Week" with New Years coming around the bed and such, I could NOT for the life of me get a hold of the transit lost&found to retrieve it. Guess I'll be paycheckless until next week... (do I can get my bank card from my misplaced wallet and deposit it.)
As you can see, we're on a small down streak. This all happened in one day (AKA today) which is probably why it all feels so dramatic right now. I don't really want to waste my time writing down all my complaints on this thing... but I figure sharing a few of my mishaps may bring my blog some honesty. If you REALLY wanna know how I'm feeling right now, the answer is probably "blah".
Yesterday my flu began to kick in... and I guess to keep things positive, it waited until the day after Christmas. So I should really be counting my blessings on that one, right? Well it hit me while I was at work on Boxing Day, then a few hours later it was full-blown pestilence. I used an entire box of Kleenex which I then had to replace since it was brand new.... and I was sneezing left right and centre. It was a pretty ugly mess last night, but I made the stuffiness go away by steaming myself in the shower at inconceivable temperatures. Not to mention I drank nearly a gallon of Acai juice (special Brazilian drink) and passed out in bed early. I woke up this morning and pried my eyelids apart, which is when I saw that it was half an hour after my shift began. Good times!
Don't worry there is a positive spin to that one too. My boss acknowledged my sickness yesterday and assumed that I decided to take the day off. (Pretty nice boss assuming these things, especially without me calling in when I completely screwed that up and showed up at noon instead of ten.) I hauled my sick ass outta bed and got down to the mall, which in another positive light, was quite calm today. I cannot express how relieved I am now that Christmas is over.
It was at work today that my body decided to fall apart. I broke out in the cold sweats (probably reflecting upon the fact that I was withdrawing from a prescription I have, since the bank has been closed and I hadnt gone to refill my scrip yet) turned a tomato-like red, grew extremely tired and couldn't stop blowing my nose. Again. After staying at work for 4 hours, I asked to go home early which my boss willingly allowed. (Who really wants to catch all of that garbage?)
This is where today's fun continued to snow ball. Grabbed the bus heading towards Rutland, a neighborhood here, which I thought I'd need to grab a taxi from the Sevey (711) up the hill to my neighborhood, Black Mountain. I called ahead and requested a cab, and when I stepped off the bus, I realized I left my wallet filled with all of my precious goods behind. (know how they tell you NOT to leave your social insurance number, birth certificate, credit cards AND identification all in one spot? Well I never listen...)
Ergo, I couldn't take the taxi homes Thankfully and ironically enough, my Black Mountain bus which comes only once every hour & a half drove up behind me. Had I realized said bus was going to be at that stop the same time I was, I wouldn't have called a cab. Weirdly enough my bus schedule was wrong.... or he was extremely late... Regardless, I asked him to call the other bus to get my wallet back. The driver of bus #1 didn't answer the call, so I called transit lost and found which is closed for the next week. Le sigh. To put a positive spin on THIS incident though, my Black Mountain driver let me on for free. Pretty good luck, I'd say.
So what happened to the taxi driver at Sev, you ask? Well I had forgotten all about him by the time I had realized my wallet was gone. He called me like 9 times before I could finally answer, and he seemed rather upset that he was sent to a job that abandoned him in the middle of the suburbs. Yeah, I'd be pretty P.O'd too. But considering that it probably happens more often than I may think, I should just let it go. See? Blogging is like self-therapy.
It was when I got home wallet less, sick and stressed out when Mike showed me his missing fingertip. I'm sure the bandaid won't last forever on that thing. Yuck. But it couldn't be that bad since he didn't go to the hospital... so I guess that's the positive spin there...
Jessica's belly button looks like someone punched her, only from the inside-out. Poor woman needs surgery now, which means Mike is going to be short staffed for a while. On my days off I'll tag along though and see what I can do to help. That's what little sisters are for, after all.
Now that all of that is out of my system, I might as well keep going and mention the fact that not only am I sick and tired, but I'm also very homesick. It's hard for me because I am at the two month mark now, and I'm really starting to miss my old routine. Guess I shouldn't say that since I apparently hated it when I was in it... but now I can tell that this is going to be harder than I expected. I thought, "Naaaah, in two months I'll be good." but the reality is that I truly am missing Winnipeg. I'm not so sure if it's Winnipeg I miss, rather than the faces that are still there. Every day I step into my new life here, I'm reminded of all those good things I never appreciated when I was there. It feels like I can never appreciate anything unless I've been somewhere really different for a while. The novelty of having a clean slate now feels kind of like something to overcome. I miss seeing my friends everyday at work. I miss my family watching 60 minutes at dinner time. I miss my dog licking my face when I'd bend down to tie my shoe up before leaving the house. I miss Mortimer, my old, beaten up, faithful little Mazda. And I miss my once-in-a-while weekend trips up to Dauphin.
Right now I feel like I have my left foot stick in one puddle, while my right is stuck in another. I feel divided. I have sincerely enjoyed being an official British Columbian and I still do not regret venturing out here... but at the same time I'm missing Manitoba now more than ever. Will this fade away in time? I miss you guys. But I guess for now I'll just shake my head and carry on doing what I'm doing. I like BC, I want to keep living here.... but just remember that my heart is still very much in Winnipeg. My nieces Emily & Lily sent me a Jets scarf - so I proudly wear it wherever I go.
Well that concludes my brain thoughts for this post. Hope you all had a Merry Christmas and I'm very much looking forward to 2012. May more adventures arrise in the new year!
Love love love,
Breezy
Ps- these are some candid snaps I took with my phone on Christmas morning... I'll add in the better quality ones from Jessica's camera next time. Cheers!
Be good
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