Giving my Notice Yesterday.

It was an awesome feeling to finally give notice yesterday, saying “Yay, keep your bug infested Compartments for the next desperate person who wants to move here… I’m out of here.” Now you can rent it out far and above what I was paying you. And no doubt you will, as the rental market is near zero here. I hope you charge the guy from Alberta triple what I was paying. Bah.

Giving my notice for the last month of rent was a “time come true,” and a moment that I waited for a long time searching for a home that I could afford. You got to love Canada, “the land of the rich and poor.” SO I move in less than three weeks. Yay–packing.  Sorry slum Lords, I don’t need you any more.

One More Sleep Until Halloween!

It’s getting cold out, and dark well before 7:00pm, and the end of October nears, meaning one thing, Halloween is tomorrow! The decorations are up, and the candy is bought to ward off the tricker’s.  There are a couple of parties to go to this weekend coming up, but I’ll stay at home this year. I know the kids are super happy about this, as they love the idea of dressing up and the free candy. Oh, and the fireworks too, yes, back yard fire works too. They love that.

O wonder if I will stay up for it this year, as I usually go to sleep early. There is no one to go out with , as every one is uselessly busy with kids, or work, but it is on a Thursday this year? LOL my toilet is gurgling, I can’t wait to move out of here. NO it is not haunted, the Land Lord is too cheap to drain the septic. 

Home Ownership Has Come

Yes, I finally got to the level of Home Owner dude, and no longer a lowly tenant. I just bought myself an home in the Skeena Valley, not far from where I live now, and I take possession of it on November 20th. With that no more rent, and scum lords, to rule my life, just me and the taxes to support the various levels of Government. But I have my own castle now. Super happy about that.

Unlike the Lower mainland, where the Property market is so high, here on the North Coast, it is still very much reasonable for a first time buyer to get into the market. The parices are climbing however, so get in the market here while it is still cheap. or wait for the Boomers to dies off in another twenty years or so….

Oddly, the payment are less than what I’m paying for rent right now, go figure. so my lifestyle will not change that much. I did have to put 5 per cent down on the Mortgage, and the paper work was huge (Seven page contract), but it will be all worth it, next month.  Can’t wait to move.

I would like to thank the Federal and local Governments for not completely screwing up the economy before this day, and sorry to the all the future moochers who will be asking if they can stay with me, for free–ain’t going to happen.

Over the Mountain

Last Sunday, I had the privilege of joining the Local Chapter of the Ham Radio Club as they repaired their repeater Radio equipment on top of the copper. Before I start into this post, there seems to be some confusion on what to call this mountain? Some call it the copper, while others call it Thornhill Mountain after the community at the base of it.  You will have to decide. So anyway, I went up it, a half hour journey through the clouds, an almost vertical in a Pick-Up Truck. Once we got to the radio tower, you could not see anything becuase it was supper foggy. and cold with lots of wind. It was on the way back, that the clouds started to clear enough that you could see below into the valley.

In the above image, you are looking at the BC Hydro towers, the big white thing, which is the new design so ice does not form on the it. This place gets super snowy. I heard that this place gets up to 5 meters of snow at a time. The HAM radio club likes this location becuase it reaches all the way around the Earth. The mountain is about 2000Ms high.

Granted Permission to Work FUll-Time!

As of today, my GP granted me the OK, to return to my full duties at work. I did not even ask, he came into the room, big smile, and blurted it out. I was in “mild shock,” at just what happened. It even took a few seconds to sink in my head of what he said. He also updated my list pills, adding a few new ones to my list. Then that was it. The visit was over? I booked another appointment for October, and check-up, and I was out on the street again. Weird.

Feeling happy that I can return to work put me on a new high. Some of my friends ask, why. Simple, I do not work for a union job, so no benefits, I’m just a plain ordinary Canadian, who needs to work and pay taxes, and make babies, who will pay more taxes in the future (OK, not the last part.)

Friday, September 6, 2019, I am allowed to work again. I nice feeling knowing that I almost went to the poor house, Thank you credit card. Still waiting for the E.I. money to show. Figures that Canad let me down. Why do  I votes for these people? Oh yeah, I believe in Democracy. Of course this only works if you do not need the Government to live.

Northern Lights Over Terrace, BC

I am working with one good eye right now, and I have cranked the Font to its largest size, this is cumbersome. Anyway, last night we the free light show in our skies, over the Skeena Valley. They were brilliant, and put on a awesome show–The one thing in Canada the Federal Government Cannot screw up.

We took these around midnight in a place called Old Remo, just South of Terrace. Here the trees have been logged out, and one of the thing that you notice is that there are no wild life: no birds, sound, just nothing. I guess that is the way people like it around here.

The Auroras danced in the sky all night, we left around 1am, as we were getting tired, and the lights seemed to slow down when we left. the lights were bright enough that Suz., was able to capture them on her phone. What a perfect end to the last long weekend of the Summer.

I Can Go Back to Work!

I know for some this is like saying “why?” Why would you be so excited about going back to your job? Well, it is simple. there are a few reasons why, Mainly so I stay on my normal schedule.  I would rather be at work than sit here at home 24/7, looking at these walls, and being productive. Secondly, I will be to have a normal income again, Even though I will be put on reduced hours, and days. Having an income will be nice, Since the Canadian Government’s Sick Benefits is a Joke. So happy I’m not on Income Assistance. So I go back next week, four hours per day, three days a week, for the first while to see how I perform, and how my stress levels are. I cannot lift anything more than 10lbs. He will have the work load sheets sent to my H.R. Manger, and hopefully I can have a copy of it. My Sugar levels are well under control. so I think I have this licked.

Nice to have things getting back to normal soon.

Canada Day Parade in Kitimat, BC

Yes, I am a little late, on posting this. This is all because the add-on I use for posting images in broken, and the author had not fixed it, I finally got around to fixing their code, which is broke only becuase they want you to buy their Pro package for $300.00, which is not going to happen. So, I hacked it to shreds, and got it work half ass like. So here is a slide show of 40 or so images from that day, back in July 1, 2019. 

Sadly the gallery is broken too, so there is no use pinking it to that page. Perhaps some day it will get fixed, but I highly doubt it, that will be soon. Enjoy.

Home Home Sweet Home.

Leaving the hospital in Vancouver was like an unexpected surprise, as I was able to dress myself, and stand up, which qualified me as an “Out Patient.” So I was given early Discharge out of the Hospital. They had another patient that really needed that bed, so I said, “Sure, I’m out of here.” All I needed to do was getting to the airport, on the plane, back to Terrace. The plan was awesome, except for one little detail, my flight was for 9:00pm, and I was being discharged at 9:00am.  Now we wait. and wait….

So I’m walking  out of the Hospital, after a super fast talk with the food expert lady, talking to me what my food intake should be, and all the pit I encounter. and a day’s supply of pills. and a packet of paperwork for other doctors’ to read. Just like that, I’m on the streets of Vancouver. That last hour in the Hospital, was blur. No Airport Shuttle from there. Just the Sky Train and five block walk. Now I wait at the airport…… I made it. But not home yet.

TERRACE, BC 11:00pm, I gave Suz., the biggest hug I could give. I was so glad to be home. When I hit my bed, that night was almost a perfect sleep. lights out!

Now that I’m home, things are boring. No driving for at least the next four weeks, so I depends on the help of others for shopping. So, no work too. Even thought I feel I can go, I still need the freedom to drive. That is where they got me. It does make sense that I should not drive, as after I take these pill, I get the Sweets. and could black out. Plus, I cannot not lift anything right now. I do have a GP, for next week, he may say, “NO, you need six weeks of bed rest, not the four the Hospital said”

Now I am seeing the Lay person experts, out of the wood work, all saying what they believe in a correct course of action. “Naugh.., I will take the advice of my GP and Dietitian, thank you. ”

Food is my enemy: it kills. where it once gave me so many pleasure, it is my new weakness, that I must over come. basically  it is just eating right, but in the way you may not think. One slice of bread per meal. I now test for my sugar levels, and need to keep them low, or at a good level. Food that was once yummy, is bad, or out right band. The hard part is keeping myself full. lots and lots of veggies they say, that is hard when raised on the Western diet fast food whit lots of fasts and oils.

 

The boring part of the story, lost time.

The heart has calmed down, to cool 72 beats per minute, and the nurses have left me alone to try and sleep, although, I could sleep no matter what. But I tired. Then came breakfast, and the post breakfast finger bleed. they were testing for sugar levels. Unbeknownst to me, I was now labeled a Type Two Diabetic, and was taking Netforman Pills. later described as the the WD40 for Type two diabetics. The drug makes sure the Insulin can unlock the sugars in the blood stream even though I produce insulin, of my own, which is not that great insulin, I produce it. So after each  meal, a nurse pop over with the mertre and pricks my finger for a very small drop of blood. I’m so used to now, it is part of the routine. I still get the 4AM vampire call for two huge vile of blood, but that is nothing now.

Now the boring part, laying their. The Hospital staff would not tell me when I would be discharge, it was a guessing game then. So Suz, book a flight for the next day in the evening for me to leave Y.V.R. as the M.S.P. in BC, does not cover the cost of getting home. You are kind of on your own to get back home.

Once I had my ticket conformation number, I was set, and waited. The rumour was I going to be set to General Ward on the Four floor really soon. BY 6pm, I was on my way up there. It was nice. dark, quiet and cool, just the way I like it. but in the same bed.

Things were leveling out for me. My breathing was almost perfect, and my chest felt awesome. Heck, I was feeling great. ..and stinky.

I was also unable to keep track of time, as funny as that sounds, I completely could not tell you what day of the week it was. I guess when you are laying in bed, you forget. I knew a couple of days have passed while I was in Vancouver, I just for got. There is no need to know, when you are stuck in bed with wire tapped to your chest. and machines going “beep, beep, beep,” there is always something. Yes, I have a watch, but it does not tell the days of weeks with it. Remember I did not have my Tablet, or Smart Phone with me at the time I left Terrace.