Welcome to Fall 2019 and an Up Date On Me

Fall has arrived, bringing with it the cold and shorter days. Nights are frosty. The trees are full of colour (Yes, I’m Canadian–deal with  the spelling.) Already the Sun sets around 8:00pm, and far cry from the 10:00pm or 11:00pm just a few weeks ago. and summer is changing into winter. Yes, really, here there are only two seasons, Hot and Cold, each lasting about six months each.

Personal update: Last week, I achieved my goal of filling my prescription for eye glasses. I can see again! This was held off since last April, of course since then, having a heart attack, and being diagnosed with Type Two Diabetes delayed the me getting the glasses, as “they” said my “eyes are under going dynamic and extreme changes,” so I waited. While looking through ten dollar readers. Now that I have the new glasses, things are a little a lot better. Driving is safer. and Reading too.

Health wise, I am doing awesome. I lost 32Lbs since Last July, so my blood sugar levels are near normal constantly. The new diet was easy to follow. I still have the stomach bulge, but that is slowly shrinking. So I am very close to the B.M.I. or Body Mass Index. Eating healthy is better, and keeps the Doctors away too.

After losing the weight, I get up in the mornings better, work is more I feel more happy and in control, and I get less tired. I only go to the bathroom once every four hours, instead of the one every ten minuets. In the old days – pre, July 2019, what I eat now for lunch, would be considered and snack back then.

The trick for losing the weight, ( the threat of possibility of going through another heart attack) was to limit the sizes of food portions I ate. So cutting back on amounts, and buying top quality foods are important too. Zero Salts are out. Cooking at home is better. Fresh is best.

In general, I have done a complete 180 degree, health wise. Surpassing most expectations, even my own. I still take a several pills a day for the Heart Disease, and only one for the Diabetes. I guess I am lucky it could have been worse. With clearer mind and more energy, my need to blog has decreased. life is weird that way.

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.

The Little Prick-Kit

With the realization that I have Type Two Diabetes, Testing for blood sugar as ordered by my doctor. The routine for me is before each meal, and two hours after, I prick a finger, and dab my blood onto a test strip, and wait for the little machine to give me a reading. NO, injections of insulin yet, just pills.

I was told that diabetes was the cause of my heart issue. Sure, OK. Did I have warnings before hand? Yes, I was told by my optometrist during an routine eye exam that I show signs of diabetes. Did I listen—no, I instead kept on going with my life as if as all was good, can we say, “denial.” I could have prevented the hart attack, a month before. How sick is that? Only if hind sight was 20/20.

Denial is a very strong emotion. Even today, I deny the diabetes, yet, the mound of pills sits in front of me, waiting for the 9:00am gulp. I keep thinking that this cannot be happening to me. The doctor’s got it all wrong. Well, the blood tests can’t lie, can they? I guess you could say, I have not figured out how to listen to my body yet.

I want to eat what I want not the other way around. I miss my juicy steaks, at the BBQ. And with all the sugary drinks that go with summer. Who cares what a blood metre says just let me eat in peace! Sadly, I cannot. If there is a change that I could make this go away—I’ll take it.

This reminds of me of an old joke I heard: Stay away from hospitals, that is where the sick people are. An’t that the truth. Having served time in one, for a week, was a very bad experience I will never ever forget.

A little prick.

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.

The Racing Heart.

The next morning after getting the Stint installed, all of a sudden, my heart was getting proper blood flow. So, it was racing supper fast, around 187 bpm and the Doctor gave me some drugs that slows the beating down, but I did not feel it. For the next day or so, everyone was watching the monitor that was I hooked up to, measuring my heart beats, seeing if there was a change. The change did not happen until later that night. Now I was back to a cool 72-9bpm. Everyone seemed happy again. I felt normal though-out all of this.

Then the Vampires came in. For every hour on the hour afterwords, they would insert a vile into one of the four I.V.s already in my arm, and take blood. This was now normal. From then on, at 4:00pm, two Asian nurses would greet me, with “We want to take some blood from you, are you OK with that”

“Sure” I said, pick an arm. I would feel them stick the needle in, and in a minute, it was all done.

I almost forgot., I had visitors. My sister and her daughter came for visit. That was awesome.

Most of this day was a blank for me as I had to be kept very still. That was hard. I could not shower, or clean myself, too.

Still could not sleep.

Off to Vancouver, BC, for a Stint

Now I’m being carried off to the Terrace Kitimat Airport, in a Ambulance, strapped to a bed with wire attached everywhere. I know I was getting a “1000 Mics of Nitro” in my IV. they kept looking that. But is was still very stormy, so the Chief Pilot waited a few minutes for the storm to pass, so we could leave. They squeezed me onto the aircraft, and locked me in. I could not move my legs I was in their so tight. Now, I am off to Vancouver.

Two Hours later, we landed at YVR, and  Another Ambulance took me away to the hospital. I got there around noon. Off to the third floor to nowhere, here we go. I got into my new home for the next four days, into a bigger bed, much more comfy, but more wire attached to me, making sleep next to impossible, and sharing it with three other patients. StPaul’s Hospital is a very old building, However, their staff are top notch. They were awesome. they made sure I was taken care of. I give them an “A+” Now I’m in Vancouver, kind of freaking out at what is going on. I have no contact numbers, and I can’t dial out long distance, using their phones, so my advice, TAKE YOUR SMART PHONE WITH YOU. They offer free WIFI, so you can texted out. they never gave me that one the brochure, I had nothing with me. However, one of the nurses did get me a phone that I could and talked to Suz.,  The next morning is “Stint,” day.