That may have been the event I had heard of.
Don't know if you received my call from Friday night, but that was only the start of the Vacation from Hell. As I sat on the porch of the lodge we had rented on Wednesday, I mused about submitting a piece to Reader's Digest ... How I spent my Summer Vacation, or When It Rains, It Pours". JXM's Reno Experience has nothing on mine.
The family is spending the night up in Niagara tonight while I flew home today from North Bay, Ontario. The highlight of the trip was Sunday, I would think, when I was heloed off some remote Canadian island to a hospital with acute pancreitus. Turned out I had a gallstone. Actually, the doctor wanted me to be sent by Red Cross back to Jersey because I have a slurry of them.
Sort of a quarry in my stomach.
Man, by Mid Monday I had more morphine pumped into me than have the Union Army during the Civil War. I'm just now starting to get my sense of humour back, and you know what I'm like when I'm not happy. Haven't even had solid food since Sunday. It was Tuesday night before I could take liquids.
Powerful thing having family around, I learned. Early in the experience, perhaps two hours into the full attack but over three hours before the rescue helicopter touched down, I was staggering from point A to point B still under the impression that I was somewhat in control I became aware that I was flanked closely by my wife and three sons.
I took comfort in the thought that at least if I fell someone was there to catch me.
Anyway, I have to shake this off and get back to work. Hope to be posting regularly again by next week. |
