Trip #55, Thursday, Nov. 30th
I drive on these trips, hubby is in charge of the camera. This is his practice photo of the driveway.
He nearly missed the planes, there were four, all told! There is pressure being the photographer and grabbing drive-by shootings!
The difficulties of regular appointments are fitting in meals, which only adds to the transit time. We leave the house at 10:30, arrive at Robbie's, a reliable Italian restaurant, for lunch.
The server, fancied himself a card, asked if we wanted anything to drink. He spotted hubby's pills, and said, "Water, for sure!"
This is the bag my dear friend, Jean, made for me. She is a peach.
It was pretty noisy, with a couple of tables of groups, but warm with the fire.
City driving, it's quite something. So glad to be retired! Robbie's is near an OCTranspo garage.
This is how we get through these long days. Hubby reading his birthday book, Fantasyland: How America went haywire. It explains how someone like Trump could get elected.
Me, I did a few crosswords puzzles, and played around on the iPad. I'm hoping he'll let me read it after, or at least do a book review for me! It's about the settlement of the US by religious groups who fled Europe
The lady behind the desk is a hoot. Francophone, she has much fun with patients and staff, in both official languages.
Finally, the injection. It's a damn big needle! We buy it at the pharmacy, and bring it into the hospital. The nurse injects him, then we check in with the doctor, who is pleased with hubby's progress. Loads of fun.
There is some controversy regarding the costs of cancer treatments. There are many who cannot afford this. We both pay big bucks into additional healthcare plans, with medical and dental benefits. OHIP pays for it if your treatment is in the hospital. Not so if you get it at the pharmacy.
Ottawa Hospital, a dark and dreary day.
At 3:00 p.m., it was getting dark. Bumper-to-bumper city traffic. Red taillights lighting up the dusk on a dreary day.
Then, in the sky you can see a murder of crows.
When we left the hospital, it was raining, then it hailed, then snow on Riverside Dr. That's southern Ontario! Happy to arrive home, even in the dark.
11 comments:
Hospitals, and the way to and fro are dark places , literally and figuratively. Your hubby gives the impression of a self-disciplined guy, and this helps a lot when dealing with a major health issue. May God strenghten him in his struggle to regain his health!
Wow! What a day you've had. I guess cancer treatments are expensive no matter where you are. That looks like such a huge needle. Ouch!
Another trip done, and I hope no more long distance ones in the winter. Looking at all those tail lights, what a line of cars, So glad your bag is getting good use, and look at those beautiful leather mid high boots, just what the doctor orders on cold days.!!!
Hari OM
It's a heck of a trek for a prick and prod... but you two sure have worked how to make the best of these trips! YAM xx
You seem to both keep an objective attitude. I'd like ti think I would if/when needed. Not sure I could once I saw that needle.
That's interesting that you purchase your needle to bring to the hospital. I'd probably be nervous about carrying it, but I suppose after awhile, it'd be old hat. The book sounds intriguing. The other day I was thinking that the Puritans were like today's American evangelicals.
A long day ...
I'm pleased to read that the doctor is pleased with hubby's progress.
My good wishes
All the best Jan
Dull dreary days always make the medical appointments seem worse.
I sympathize! We've been down to London (a 3.5 hour trip one way) 4 times this fall, and back again on Sunday for the 1st of two surgeries on Monday. Straight through the snowbelt! Hope all goes well with your hubby.
good to hear that the doctor was happy with hubby, that's always good to hear. Glad you arrived home safe and sound.
These trips must be so hard on you both. I dread the day when I must decide to make such trips or pass on them and live with the consequences ... or not live as the case may be. Shudder.
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