I sit and think about my insides. Today, they are well behaved but six days ago they rebelled.
Friday was the last Eskimos game of the season at their home in the Commonwealth Stadium, and to celebrate, I took my team of awesome volunteer medics out for a drink and snack at a local eatery. We told stories, shared experiences, and generally cleared the surrounding tables of patrons – as we often do. I had some potato skins with barbeque chicken. They were yummy.
The next morning I woke feeling funny. I couldn’t settle back to sleep, and I couldn’t work out why. I played some WoW and tried to work out what was going on. Then it hit me – toads upset tummage, dude. I remember laying in bed, feeling so weak I could not move. No, really. I was laying there, dehydrated, wiling my body to get up so I could have some water – but I couldn’t. I simply was too weak. Such an odd sensation.
I had protested to a friend that I didn’t need anything, but they came by later in the day to drop off some supplies and check up on me, and I was mighty glad they did. The sheer mental boost I received really helped turn this around. Work was informed, and told that this probably wasn’t H1N1. Sunday and Monday was still the same situation, but by Tuesday everything had stopped. Literally everything, as my body appeared to have gone into shock. No appetite, nothing.
Of course, that’s when my phone beeped at 8am to remind me that I was supposed to be at Canada Place to sign documents in front of witnesses that prescribed me as a fresh-faced Permanent Resident of this fine country, so I had to haul myself off there. I managed to sign the forms, request a new SIN (that starts with a 6 not a 9!) and then renew my Alberta Health Care details in the space of about two hours – so much faster than I would ever have been able to do the similar bureaucratic activities in the UK.
Now I am seemingly back to normal, with a still-suppressed appetite for food – but an increased appetite for blogging, it seems.