2026 is not going well for me...
I feel like I've been sick forever. In January, I came down with shingles, which lasted 2 weeks. A week after that, I came down with a cold, which I still have. And, on Wednesday, this week, I tripped coming out of the grow tent in the study.
For those of you who might not know what a grow tent looks like, this is for you:
The part circled in red is the part I tripped over. The tent is parallel to the path out of the room so JD (husband) and I are going to move the tent 90 degrees so I'll have a direct path out of the tent and less risk for falling. We haven't done it yet because it's been a busy week. You'll see why in the next paragraph.
So, when I tripped and fell, I actually fell in the path face first and landed hard on my chin. I bit my lip so hard, it split and even though, I was in extreme pain, I struggled to my feet because blood was gushing out of my mouth and I didn't want to soak the rug more with it.
I felt myself trip but after that, it was just, FUCK!!! and then hitting the floor.
Sidebar: I really hate falling and I do it far too often. For me, it's almost always a trip and fall. I, literally, have to look at my feet when I'm walking or I risk tripping on something. It's super annoying especially given the fact that slips, trips and falls can kill the elderly. I'm almost 66. I don't want to die from a fall, from something that could be prevented.
Anyhow, I got to the bathroom with my hands cupped around my mouth trying not to get blood anywhere. And, sure enough, my lip had split open. It was very painful.
JD wasn't home so I called him and said I'd fallen and my lip was split and bleeding profusely. He suggested I call 911 but I wasn't comfortable doing that without him here with me so he said he would come home and take me to emergency.
I fell around 12:30 p.m. and we drove to the Urgent Care Ambulatory Centre in west Hamilton, getting there around 1:30 p.m. We waited about 4 hours before someone stitched up my lip but they didn't have the right kind of x-ray machine to take x-rays of my jaw and chin, which were also very sore. So, they told us we had to go to the General Hospital, which we did, getting there around 5:30 p.m.
We were at the hospital about 2 hours when I was taken for my x-ray but the x-ray techs didn't know how to use the machine as it was new and they hadn't learned how to use it yet. So, there was that. And, of course, they couldn't tell me the results as they weren't doctors so I had to wait for a doctor.
So, we waited and, waited and, waited. Around 9 p.m., JD went and got me a carrot soup and butterscotch pudding from the hospital's cafeteria as I hadn't eaten since the night before as I fast until 1 p.m. or later each day.
And, finally, around midnight (12:20 a.m.), a doctor finally saw me. She apologized profusely for the long weight but said they were short-staffed and she had to tend the patients with life-threatening conditions first, which I get but it was 5 hours waiting for the x-ray results plus the 2 hours of waiting before the x-ray plus the 5 hours at the first urgent care place. This is why people don't like going to hospitals. It took frigging forever!
The x-ray was to show whether I had fractured my jaw or my TMJ (temporomandibular joint). This is the joint that operates your jaw. And, mind was very sore. It's still sore but I think it's getting better. I can't chew because it hurts when I chew. It also hurts when I yawn or sneeze.
So, Wednesday was a wash. Thursday was a wash, too as I didn't get to sleep until around 2:30 a.m. but I slept in until around 2:30 p.m.
I've been having scrambled eggs for breakfast and soup for dinner but I don't find them particularly filling. And, I really don't like eggs every day, not because of cholesterol, just because I don't really like eggs all that much.
I cut the crusts off a slice of bread this morning and put some jam on it and had it with my eggs because I figured I wouldn't have to chew it much.
And, JD bought me peach-flavoured frozen yogurt - 2L!!!! I'm planning on sharing it with my dad when he comes for dinner on Friday. I haven't had him here in weeks since I've been having so many health issues. I went up and played Scrabble with him on Friday. I told him I still had a cold but that I missed him and would he let me come up for a game or two and he agreed, which made me happy. He's 95 and a couple of weeks could mean the difference between life and death and that would be horrible.
Note 1: I'm sort of high. I couldn't have an edible because of the whole chewing thing so I mixed some decarbed Trainwreck distillate into some butterscotch pudding. It was super sticky. I had to wash my denture because it stuck to it. I had to scrape it off and eat it from my fingernail. I wish I had thought to remove it before I ate the pudding. Oh well.
It's because I get high that I blog. I always have so many ideas running through my head when I'm high and I like typing them out and sharing them with others. I had a blog on a cannabis website I belong to but I rarely go there anymore as they preferred blogs specifically about cannabis not about the life of a stoner. LOL
Note #2: JD was fantastic on Wednesday. I'm so happy he spent the day with me. It felt interminable with him there; I can't imagine how much worse it would have been if I was alone. I'm not good at advocating for myself due to shyness and being an introvert but he's great at that kind of thing. That's why I hope I die before him (not that I want to die at all but that's a topic for another day). I've told him that I want him by my side at the end but he can't kill me to ensure that. 😁
As, it was, I told the doctor we finally saw that I thought they had forgotten about me.
And, JD made friends with all the other people in the room as the hours passed by. They had us seated right beside the bathrooms so he talked to everyone who came to use them, opening doors for them if they need help or advising them the one door opened outwards instead of inwards. I swear he goes anywhere and comes home with at least one new friend or someone who gave him their e-mail address or that he gave his to. He tells me he really only has 6 true friends including me. Most of the time, he hangs out with family though. He's super close to his siblings and their mum just died last year so they're even closer than they were.
I envy him. I only have two non-family friends. I used to have three but my other friend died 2 years' ago this coming June. It really sucked because we only just re-connected in 2022 after about a decade. We had worked together but she retired 10 years before I did and she was 10 years older than me but the sucky part was that she was the youngest of 8 kids and 5 of her siblings were still alive. I still miss her.
And, of the other two non-family friends, I only see the one about 3-5 times a year (?). She's a young mum of 3 kids under 6 and she and her husband are the supers at an apartment building that his grandmother owns. That's why I only see her a few times a year. She's planning to cook me brunch in March at their place. We usually go out to eat but now that she has 3 kids, it's probably easier to stay at home. The problem is she lives an hour away so it will take me a while to get there, hence brunch not breakfast.
And, friend three (AC) gets to go to almost everything with me and sometimes with JD, JD's cousin, MG and JD's friend, ES, too.
She's a divorced mum of 2 boys in their 20s. She owns a condo in town and we belong to the same dance class. I actually knew her in high school but we didn't hang out together. If I hadn't started getting high and hanging out with the cool kids, I probably would have been just like her as she's also very quiet and liked reading. She's my age, even born in the same year as me.
JD's cousin, MG only moved to Hamilton a couple of years ago so he sometimes goes to plays and movies with AC and me. They aren't really JD's thing. So, he's family but also a friend.
Note #3: I started this blog yesterday but have now proofread it and added this note.
