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the_siobhanI ended up having a gastroscopy yesterday - fortunately the doctor's office called me to remind me, with everything that's been going on lately it completely went out of my head.
It's something I have to do every couple of years for monitoring but it was my first time getting it done by this particular doctor - she's the same one who took out my gallbladder. The experience was very different. The previous doctor would knock me out and I would wake up feeling like I had swallowed a couple of yards of sandpaper. This time I was given a local and some gas and was completely conscious through the whole thing. I can tell you it feels weird as hell to have a hose going in and out of one's stomach. But my throat feels absolutely fine.
Whatever gas they gave me made me feel so sleepy I kept nodding off in Darrell's car while he was driving me home and and he ended up putting me to bed shortly after we got there. The rain started while I was sleeping and I woke a couple of hours later to find a large puddle on the window sill next to me. I cleaned that up and went downstairs just as Axel got home from work.
The two of us were noodling away on our respective computers and I started pointing out pictures people had posted of flooding all over Toronto. Then I recognized one of them as being from an railway underpass just south of our house. You could just see the tops of the cars poking over the top of the water.
We looked at each other. "Hey, have you been down in the basement yet today?"
Oddly enough, the bedroom was fine - there is a wooden floor built on top of the concrete and so it's just raised enough to prevent any damage. Every other surface was covered in water and mud. The storage room is also raised but obviously not as much, the water got into the low shelves where Axel had all his records stored.
So right now we have anything paper spread out over piles of towels to dry on our living room floor. Stuff that was in cardboard boxes and that we figure we can deal with later - like clothes that will need to be laundered - are propped up on tops of the plastic bins that survived the flood. Everything is covered in mud. It looks like a few lighter objects actually floated for a while as there are a lot of small things that travelled across the room. We have towels and tarps thrown across all the entry points so we don't track mud through the rest of the house.
It's just another day in the Once And Future Gin Palace.
It's something I have to do every couple of years for monitoring but it was my first time getting it done by this particular doctor - she's the same one who took out my gallbladder. The experience was very different. The previous doctor would knock me out and I would wake up feeling like I had swallowed a couple of yards of sandpaper. This time I was given a local and some gas and was completely conscious through the whole thing. I can tell you it feels weird as hell to have a hose going in and out of one's stomach. But my throat feels absolutely fine.
Whatever gas they gave me made me feel so sleepy I kept nodding off in Darrell's car while he was driving me home and and he ended up putting me to bed shortly after we got there. The rain started while I was sleeping and I woke a couple of hours later to find a large puddle on the window sill next to me. I cleaned that up and went downstairs just as Axel got home from work.
The two of us were noodling away on our respective computers and I started pointing out pictures people had posted of flooding all over Toronto. Then I recognized one of them as being from an railway underpass just south of our house. You could just see the tops of the cars poking over the top of the water.
We looked at each other. "Hey, have you been down in the basement yet today?"
Oddly enough, the bedroom was fine - there is a wooden floor built on top of the concrete and so it's just raised enough to prevent any damage. Every other surface was covered in water and mud. The storage room is also raised but obviously not as much, the water got into the low shelves where Axel had all his records stored.
So right now we have anything paper spread out over piles of towels to dry on our living room floor. Stuff that was in cardboard boxes and that we figure we can deal with later - like clothes that will need to be laundered - are propped up on tops of the plastic bins that survived the flood. Everything is covered in mud. It looks like a few lighter objects actually floated for a while as there are a lot of small things that travelled across the room. We have towels and tarps thrown across all the entry points so we don't track mud through the rest of the house.
It's just another day in the Once And Future Gin Palace.