In a comedy of errors i am at my parents house and unable to post because i banned their IP address a few months ago. (shane is posting this for me via email.) I am visiting my brother who is in from
sweden with his own internet love story.
As i try and re-assimilate into the land of real people and real time, as opposed to sleep deprived california time, my body is telling me all the ways in which i have abused it. I'm pretty sure i left my liver in california. Also, the whole time i was there i thought i was allergic to my new sephora make-up. My eyes were constantly red and watering. As it turns out this country girl can't handle a little pollution. Kind of goes hand-in-hand with my despair over the lack of recycling at the conference. I kept telling people "it is sooo bad..." Nobody really seemed to care. Stupid canadians and their tree-hugginess.
Anyways. Eliza is sick again. Wheezy and coughing. I was thinking the other day how this could be my year without stays in the pediatric unit. I should never have thought that. I should have suppressed any little glimmer of hope. It's bad karma.
She has started her massive dose of steroids and once again i worry about her growth, her future and hope to get through tonight. I don't want to do this in a city that is not my own. A hospital that is not
my own. Not the place where my children were born and the halls speak volumes to me in good memories. Memories of pacing the halls waiting for babies to be born, shuffling to make tea in that postnatal limp, bringing babies home all smiles and anticipation for the future.
It's a little easier to be in a place like that with sick children.
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Get well Eliza.
I hear you about the recycling. I get that way when I leave the island, even. Not all of our Canadians are tree huggers, unfortunately.
Posted by Ada | August 1, 2006 10:49 PM