...sucks
but more on that later.
two weekends ago, I was wandering around the waterfront taking some pictures.
lighthouse...again...
boats.
the oft-shot lighthouse island
...reflected
apparently this Cunard guy is big in town
another delightful evening view
back at work - one of our talented electricians decided to express his squirrely feelings
benefit of having a 2nd level in the library of citadel high...
...you get to look down on people :)
the scorpion-twins line up a couple of shots...
guessing that the hairdressers in the building behind us are fans of the trailerpark boys (local series)
someone had fun with the video monitors
jig-a-what?
time for an income-update...
I'm still without pay.
that is all
nah, that's not all - but it certainly feels like it!
we were scheduled to work friday night, giving me the morning to head over to the dartmouth office of service canada and battle bureaucracy again.
it was fun
explained the entire sorry-saga to yet another staff member (this guy was quite helpful) - and we came to the conclusion that the payroll company should accept that the Social Insurance Number will be valid (as its expiry date is based on the valid work visa), and they should just suck it up and pay me.
we also came to the conclusion that I won't get a valid SIN card, until my file is listed as active on the internal system... which won't happen until I'm able to be found on the inter-departmental-snore.... everyone else as bored with this as I am?...
that was over a week ago - and things still haven't really progressed. Though I was handed a cheque THIS friday covering half my travel expenses ($2116.29 CAD for anyone who's counting), so at least I'm not broke...
Saturday the 22nd July 2012
started like most weekends - I woke up late, and a little sleepy.
was a fair bit less stable than usual though... had a second coffee to try and right my balance, and continued with my days plans
To go and see the dark knight rises in IMAX.
at this stage I had no idea if the cinema out at bayers lake was a LIEmax, or the real deal (15perf/70mm)
but I booked my ticket for a 1445 screening, and planned a bus trip.
the first bus was smack-bang on time, and stayed right on schedule - things were looking good (except for my head, which was still feeling a little dizzy, and the cold-sweat which had just started).
waiting for the 2nd bus, I really didn't feel too good - but stuff it, I'm off to a possible REALmax screening - which will be awesome!
2nd bus starts 10 mins behind schedule, and only gets slower, as EVERY-FREAKIN-STOP is utilised by the ever increasing number of passengers...
arrive at the theatre stop at the start time of the screening - there's still hope (thanks goodness for trailers and ads?)
hmmm, i'm genuinely having difficulty walking in a straight-line... but I can see the theatre, and there's still time...
straight into the theatre (love the online ticket in conjunction with an iphone = super easy)
cinema is PACKED (to be expected) and the prologue which I saw at the head of Mission Impossible 4 back in Sydney in December, is playing FLOOR to CEILING = YAY! it's a 15/70 film projection
luckily there's a single seat in the middle of the back row. I excuse myself and jump over the seat to settle in for 2-1/2 hrs of cinematic awesomeness.
as the movie progresses though, I'm overcome with the increasing urge to hurl/barf/throw-up/yes, even chunder...
at this point I am contemplating whether to stumble back over my seat, blow-chunks over the next three rows, or sit tight and focus on internal calming.
I choose the latter.
by the time the film has finished - I CAN'T MOVE.
wait for the credits to play, and SLOWLY, make my way to the exit.
as is expected the bathroom is completely full (and there's a line), so I head for the nearest exit and try to get some fresh air.
I make it outside the back of the theatre just as I start to dry-heave...
the next 5 minutes are spent attempting to A-throw up, and B-not pass out.
ok... what do I do now? should I REALLY cash-in on my travel insurance and call an ambulance?
nope - suck it up Ian, you're not dying, just get some food into you (low blood sugar?) and re-right yourself.
nearest food = dairy queen.
order a small hamburger meal, and eat exactly one and a half french fries, and half a bite of the (now cooling) burger - time taken = 2hours...
have resigned myself to calling an ambulance before passing out in a fast food restaurant.
stupidly check the bus schedule on my phone - hmmmm, there's a bus in 10 minutes - If I can make it home, I'll ride it out over the next day and not have to incur a whole bunch of medical expenses and paper-work bullshit.
lets do it!
head for the bus, keep-it-going mate, you can do this...
get off the bus just in time to throw up again... hmmm this is weird, there's literally nothing coming out...
make the transfer... nearly home...
bus stops almost directly outside my building (nice!), and I get to the bathroom of my apartment just in time to hurl one last time...
ok - just cool-down and sleep it off.
1900 saturday - 1200 sunday = fitfull sleep... still dizzy.
ok, that's it, I've waited long enough, it's still not getting any better - time to call in some favours.
Zan (my sound mixer) is enlisted to drop me at the emergency department of the local hospital.
by local, I mean local - it's less than 6 blocks away.
Triage takes 15 minutes, then another 20 before hitting the registry, and divulging as much financial info as I can (hi world nomads travel insurance, hope that the canadian health system contacts you directly). it's then an hour and a half before I'm seen by another medical professional. all in all it's not too bad to be honest.
Carrie, my nurse is a 34yr veteran, and has pretty much diagnosed me based on the initial examination/questions, but respectfully waits for confirmation of the doctors assessment.
my doctor is brief, pleasant and decisive.
I have Benign Paroxysmal Positional Vertigo - the tell-tale sign is an inability to keep my balance when turning my head in one direction compared to the other. (Left, for those of you who were curious)
in short - there are crystals in your inner-ear... normally they're static and out of the way, but sometimes (usually with advanced age or a sharp-blow-to-the-head) they dislodge and cause massive balance issues.
I'm given some instructions on how to right the crystals (effectively re-settling them), and since I haven't been able to eat or drink in over 30 hrs, an IV infused with some anti-nausea stuff, along with a prescription for some more anti-nausea pills...
apparently my left wrist had "tricky" veins, Nurse carrie actually said "looks like we've got a runner" - which to a guy who hates needles instantly made me think that my vein had burst, and my blood was gushing all over the place... (I should mention that I had my eyes closed)
the right wrist was much more compliant.
post I/V I really did feel a little better, still can't turn left; but I could walk.
call Zan, let him know I'm walking home (less than 6 blocks) as I'd need to stop off and collect a prescription on the way (no pharmacy on-site at the hospital?)
fill the script and make it back safely.
sleep
Work as per usual the next day - meds prevent my need to throw-up, but do little for my left-turning issues...
...oh well, let's set a bunch of radio mics and keep me off the ladders for a bit.
Tuesday is slightly better, and by Wednesday I'm starting to feel normal. Thursday is great (even try a ladder again), and Friday finishes with a little bit of a relapse in the arvo (still have plenty of pills though)
that takes us to today...
I feel pretty good
Other photos.
Dean has been violated!
we know who did it.
they shall pay.
random newly-wed-couple on the way home from yet another successful day of swinging a big stick
okey dokey, I'm done.
none of the above has been proof-read (quite rare for me), so apologies if it doesn't read as slick as usual.
next week - back to the usual, some photos and the week that was.
all the best
Ian
