On Thursday morning I woke up at 5:00 am with bad pain across my back and upper abdomen. It wouldn’t settle down no matter what I did so after a solid hour, Meags and I got concerned enough to get dressed and head to the hospital on the streetcar. (Diagnosis is still pending, but the likeliest culprit is gallstones? Given my family history, I will be happy with gallstones.)
The pain subsided by the time the doctor came to see me, so I decided to go home and follow up with my own doctor. When I picked Meagan up in the waiting room she was having a lively conversation with a 60-ish year old man. He wished us well and as we parted Meagan said, “I love that guy. He is a real gem!” I was like, “Oh yeah? What did you guys talk about?” She said, “Oh, well he says he murdered a mountie about 20 years ago and went to prison for manslaughter.” Apparently, he just got out of jail again and had his orange jumpsuit in his bag. He said he was arrested for stealing fish hooks. He called 911 on himself while still in the store. He was at the hospital because he thinks he has colon cancer but says the staff won’t treat him because he’s a pain in the ass.
Who knows if any of this kindly gent’s stories are real, though the fish hook story rings with a truth that is hard to deny. What I loved is that Meagan was listening and fully engaged in his stories. Kids love her and so do oddballs and weirdos. I’m proud that she’s the kind of person who will stop and give anyone her time. It’s a pretty decent character trait that should help her make her way through life.
The wind has kicked up this afternoon after many, many days of lovely warm weather. We’re on the 17th floor and for some reason, the window in Josh’s bedroom rattles violently with each big gust. It probably shouldn’t do that given our height. I make a point to not lean on any windows in his apartment but this makes me doubly afraid to do so. I always think “what if” every time I stand close to the full length window in the livingroom enjoying the mountain view. Would I be a goner? Would I be able to save myself somehow if it suddenly gave way? I don’t tempt fate because I seriously do not want to go out like that… but the mind wonders.
Josh is on day six of being sick, sick, sick. He’s the quietest sick person I have ever met. He just sits there feeling horrible whereas I probably tend towards vocalizing my ailments a lot. I think he will be better by tomorrow though. I bought an arctic fox needle felting kit for something to do. I opened the box up to see what it entails but I got more bored looking at the instructions. Stay tuned for stunning developments!
It’s funny that I have an easier time knowing what to do with myself at home… even if that is often absolutely nothing. I have gone to the bookstores and coffee shops and soup purveyors for jaunts out whenever my cabin fever sets in. I have noticed that there seems to be a perimeter in Denver that I keep to when I’m on my own. Perhaps it’s because no one would know where I am if something happened to me. I am a stranger in a strange land. Ha ha. I can’t believe you’re still reading this or that I’m still writing it. Anyway, here’s to Josh getting better soon. He’s been through the ringer. I am sure some fresh mountain air on a drive to look for animals would help him immensely. In the meantime, imma go felt something or watch the seals in Monterey Bay on livecam. It’s the least I can do.