The Bob.

The Bob has been without a cell phone for a long time, he's been going bonkers. In fact I've been going bonkers listening to him complain.

A new phone wasn't exactly something we could afford straight away especially not a new Blackberry or iPhone.

I know that there are used and refurbished phones out there so I started making some calls, and low and behold I found a slightly used iPhone. (8gig 3g)

Can you guess the price?

$49.00!

You heard right...

I had stopped into the Fido store at Scarborough Town Center and asked if they had any used or refurbished phones on the premises (every store does the inventory varies)

and low and behold they had 1 iPhone.

They wouldn't sell it to us with out a contract but that's ok, I knew I would be getting into another contract, and I was ok with that.

Now that The Bob has his iPhone he won't leave me alone!

lol

That's what you get for trying to be nice.

One day I'll get into the whole ordeal that lead to getting a month free services for his line in a different blog post (assuming I can work up the energy)

The Bob is now part of the Darkside :D Brought him over from Blackberry, and to think he thought that would be impossible.

Night.

Wow.

Words to disceibe my past month:
Wow
Tired
On the go
Last minute
Family
Scans
Dr. McDreamy
Catching up
Falling behind
Sleepless
Vomit
Stress
Release
Leaving behind
Forgiveness

There's alot to discuss. There's not enough time.

Christine
~Sent from my iPhone~

In Sickness & In Health...

Saturday night the Bob and I had planned to celebrate our 2nd wedding anniversary. I think we were going to do the quiet at home dinner just the 2 of us.
Instead we got to spend it in Toronto East Generals Emergency Department with a ton of strangers. Sigh.

Things have been a little tight around here, so I figured I won't put any pressure on Bobby to buy gifts or take me out for an expensive dinner (even if I'm STILL craving steak). It was going to be a perfect evening and maybe we'd get a drive in.

Unfortunately someone up there had some other divine design... Bob became so totally ill I had to rush him to the hospital.

I felt so bad for him. He was so incredibly sad and grumpy and a great big sick child.

Bobby has gout.
He had an attack that began a week ago.
He didn't have any meds for his attack until half way through the week.
The emergency anti-inflammatory gout meds started to make bobby feel more ill almost immediately.
It began with one bout of diarrhea, then it slowly began to affect him every time he took the emergency anti-inflammatory (every two hours). It was horrible. I took a trip to the pharmacy to see if there's something I could get for him and what I should be doing to help relieve his pain. When I explained the situation to the pharmasist and he told me straight out "take him to the hospital right away!"

So... Off to the emerg we go.
I felt so bad for him.
He hates needles.
They had to put in an iv and he looked at me like I was the most evil person on the face of the planet. he was looking up at me with these big puppy dog eyes, and he was so cute, I felt so bad for him.
It's always the big burly guys that are afraid of needles. :D
We were at the Hospital until 3am.
Got home at 3:30, and I couldn't fall asleep until 5am...
I was so worried about him.

Any how. He's better now, and I'm glad that the ordeal is over.

No... we didn't get to celebrate our anniversary in the traditional sense but, we spent time together as a couple...
Like we would in the future as we grow older, through sickness and health.

Happy Anniversary Bobby. I love you & I'm sorry you were ill.

Stuff sucks.

I need to get shit off my chest.
STUFF SUCKS.
I am so tired of stuff. Mine, yours and everyone's.
I'll get to why this has come up in just a moment.

I know that life has funny ways of trying to bring people together but sometimes the end result is more drama than when they weren't speaking.
I HATE FAMILY POLITICS.
Just shoot me.

This is going to a long bumpy ride. Hold on.
So...
2 weeks ago My husbands father was more or less diagnosed (it was in a weird roundabout way & the Dr. used the "if it walks like a duck" theorem) with Lung Cancer.
Since the roundabout diagnosis I've been taking him to the hospital for all of his appointments (which comprise of tests... a lot of tests and scans and things that get jammed into his arm)

PREQUEL-
This past year my mother in law and sister in law have NOT been speaking to my father in law.
Infact there was a HUGE blow out not so long ago. During this blow out the MIL & SIL said some real nasty stuff to the FIL. They didn't regret it UNTIL NOW!

2Weeks ago(around the time of the roundabout diagnosis):
My MIL instructed me not to say anything to my SIL until we knew for sure. Well seeing as it walks like and duck and quacks like one too, it's fair to say that we know sorta for sure.
My MIL told my SIL, and guess what... She was mad at me for not telling her. WTF????
Like I want to be caught up in the middle of this stupid shit, but guess what here I am.

Fuck me.

Back to today.
A couple of days ago as a result of the news reaching the SIL, the SIL made up with the FIL ( or at least she thinks she did, he's still not acting as if he's happy to be around her)
Now suddenly the MIL and SIL decided that they want to join us for his respiratory testing this afternoon. I told each of them more than once that there won't be a doctor at the respiratory exam and there won't be any one there to speak to (other than the exam technician who can't divulge anything anyway) .
I know from experience that they won't have any results from this test for a while, just like the others and that they shouldn't expect anything to come out of this visit.
I should have known this would end in disaster.
SOOOOO....
My SIL doesn't drive. How is she going to get the appointment from her job at Markham and Progress to Toronto East General Hospital you ask? It's ok. I'll pick her up. I figure this is a nice gesture.
Then we pick up the MIL & FIL & and my husband and head to the hospital for his respiratory testing.
Every other test I've had to go to with my FIL, we joked and laughed and tried not to be to serious about the whole thing. I know it is serious, but I also know that he doesn't want to be around people with the doom and gloom attitude while we go through all this testing. I mean you have to understand that the testing is hard enough.
Worst of all I am sure they (the SIL & MIL) don't want to be there for the hard stuff, watching my FIL suffer through the endless pokes in the arm by technicians and nurses who can't find his veins, or when he's crying because he's in pain from the cardiac stress test, they just want to be there to talk to the doctors. It's ok that I get to see him suffer, because I'm just a peice of shit that they use so they don't have to go through all this stuff.

Did I mention that in the blow out my SIL, told my FIL that she would be happy to bury him?

Moving On.

So we get to the appointment and I'm translating for the technician, all of a sudden my SIL storms out of the exam room. Like seriously WTF???
At first I thought she was just upset that her Dad is going through all this trouble, and found it difficult to watch, but I found out later it was because I was doing all the translating for the technician, and my father in law.

Fuck me.
Seriously?
After all the appointments I've been to with the old man, and all the stress I go through to get him there, and never mind the cost of driving every one around she want's to cause drama?

I just want to say I QUIT.

/rant

My New Blog... It's Work Related.

Hey guys. I thought you might want to know that I've started my new blog.
It's Insurance related. I will be posting insurance tips and information at least once a week so take a look and feel free to follow. :D
InsuranceVixen.com

I will only be planning events for friends from now on, but i'll still be posting on The Crash Diaries, as it's my personal blog.
Love you guys.
Ciao for now.

So here are the updates.

I've been looking for work for a while now.
I've landed a job as a producer for an insurance brokerage.
I'm enjoying the work but I can't start selling until they pass on my business cards and get me ready to present my self to people as a member of the brokerage. It's hard to approach people with out something verifying who I am & who I work for.

I look like a real ass right?

Moving on:
Personal Front:
Things are good Bobby and I are moving toward our 2nd anniversary. November 4th. :D I can't wait. I'm thinking keeping it small. Just a nice dinner, and some alone time.

My parents went on vacation for almost 2 months. I missed them like crazy. I'm so glad they're back home now.

Bob's parents are fighting like crazy. Bob's is ill and I'm responsible for taking him to all his hospital appointments so we can figure out whats wrong.

That's the update.

How it all began.....

It was Aug 2002 I was riding my motorcycle southbound on Yonge St. when WHAM... Hit by a car.
What ensued? Quite a few months of being bed ridden, heavy physio, continued cognitive exercises, post traumatic stress disorder and a new me....

I broke more bones in one shot than most people do in a life time, but I'm still here, sometimes I wonder why but that's just the way it is.

Now, every August I celebrate my new birthday or as my closest friends know it my "Crash Birthday". I feel as if I had to put away the old Chris (Kind of like mourning the loss of a close relative) and begin "living" as the new not really improved Chris. One of the little things I do is buy something small from T&co. every year. It's a small reminder of something that has left such a huge impression on my life.

I still don't know if I should be thankful that I made it. Sometime I struggle with why I was spared and others I know didn't make it. (deaths and injury are common place amongst motorcyclists in the Greater Toronto Area due to the sheer lack of care that other motorists display when driving (if you can call it that) their vehicles on the roads around here, and the lack of well maintained roads and highways).

I was a thin girl with LONG straight hair. I was going through a hard time then. I didn't have a job, and was trying to decide what path I wanted to take.

I had only completed a couple of years of University and I felt like I was completely lost...

Since then: Continued to ride, Yamaha rz 350, Yzf 750R, and an R6, Started a motorcycle forum and eventually took it down, started a motorcycle
club, threw one hell of an end of season bash for charity, designed and sold clothing to raise money for the club, rode Deals Gap Hwy129 ,I have completed a couple of certificates (3 to be exact) Started a business (not doing so hot right now... but I'm sure it will get better.) got engaged, got married and bought a condo with my husband. I tell all the important people that I love them, and try to show them every day. (those are the positive things)

I have put on weight, still struggle cognitively and physically, and still don't know where life is going to take me... and somehow I always wonder if today is going to be my last... (obviously the negative things)

At first after the accident every one used to say I seemed so ANGRY... I was I guess. Angry at the world, and the master plan if there is one.

Since then I've become quite a lot more patient, and not prepared to fight any one at any time.
I might even be patient to a fault, and want to avoid confrontation at almost any cost.
It's so weird how one person can go from one extreme to another in a few years. I used to have to see a Neuro-psychologist and see told me how these these things are normal, even if it didn't feel that way to me.

Out of it all I found that only 3 friends in my life really meant it when they said they'd be there for me no matter what, and they are. I'm lucky to have them.

I did get back on the horse. I rode for a couple of years after the crash.

















I can't tell you how much I miss riding. It was the one thing that I loved more than anything else in the world.

The Condo my husband and I bought is right by the DVP, and I can hear them flying by every night... *sigh* one day....

to be continued....