I came home from work and found this. He ‘wasn’t feeling good’.

June 2010

I have a reoccurring nightmare that I am in an emergency situation and I need to call Chad right away.

I attempt to call the home phone but I can’t seem to get the numbers right.

I then attempt to call his cell phone but every time I punch in the numbers I do it wrong. Again and again I get the number mixed up.

I attempt to scroll down my cell phone to find his number in my contacts but every time I find it and press call it scrolls down and calls someone else.

This just causes me to panic more and more until I wake up.

I hate this dream because there is nothing worse then being in an emergency situation and not having the ability to contact someone.

I just tried to call his cell phone to ask him a question – non emergency situation – and I dialed the number wrong 5 times. WTF?!

It’s like my dream is coming true…

I’ve noticed this new trend occurring at the dinner table.

Chad and I will be eating away, watching the news, chatting and such, when all of a sudden a giant burp is emitted from Chads mouth.

Normally, this sort of thing doesn’t bother me, but with thoughts of having children in the future, the last thing I want is for this to be seen as acceptable behaviour.

I attempt to curb Chads pleasure in loud burps by glaring at him, sending him a mental reminder that he better quit this habit asap.

What does he do in response?

He turns to his left, pats our imaginary son on the head and says, “That’s right  Matteo, that’s what Men do!”

…

Somebody save me.

His toes look ridiculous, but I still love them.

Disaster Zone!

As I mentioned in my update on my last post, we went to the hospital Friday night and got everything checked out. We took our time getting there, but managed to make it just before all the crazies started to roll in. We were put through quite fast, which I was really surprised about, but very much appreciated. From beginning to end it only took us 2 hours.

Chad got an x-ray and it was determined that he both sprained his ankle, as well as fractured it. The emergency room doctor was very nice and he informed Chad that his foot would have to be put into a cast, which Chad wasn’t too happy about. For some reason, I was giddy.

Since the casting room was closed, as it was about 8:30, the doctor put Chad in a “slab” or partial cast, just so that he wouldn’t be able to move his foot or ankle until he could schedule him for a full cast fitting.

The coolest thing about the experience was that Burnaby General Hospital hasn’t changed all that much, and when I walked into the casting room with Chad I had flash backs of when I was there almost 19 years ago. It was so cool. Hahaha. I loved it. It was like reliving a part of my childhood. A few days before school was out, when I was 6, I did a hand stand a lunch time, where I lost my balance and fell on my leg fracturing/breaking it. I can’t remember exactly, but I became the proud new owner of a foot to hip length neon pink cast. I remember laying in a bed in the emergency room and having my cast put on. It was so surreal.

This week is kind of going to be nuts. Chad has his cast scheduled to be put on, on Tuesday, but I can’t take him because I have appointments at the Cancer Clinic and VGH every day this week. So my Moms going to take him, and you better believe she is going to take pictures.

He’s good when hes laying down, or sitting in his chair, but as soon as he starts to move around, or use his crutches, his foot/ankle starts to hurt. They will do more x-rays on Tuesday to determine how long hes going to need to be all casted up. Hopefully it won’t be long, because we are going away to Seattle for my birthday weekend, and he needs to drive :S

It’s always one thing or another with us.

At least this makes life interesting, and add 20 times more work on my plate.

Oh well. He’s cute so it’s not just a bad gig.

Right, so, Mr. Ciavarro.

Well, we were at my Uncles last night, in the basement of the Church. As we were about to leave, my uncle asked if Chad and Ryan could help bring down some chairs into the basement. I was a bit weary because of Chads bad knees, but I knew if he took it slow, all would be OK.

So I’m sitting there with Elise chatting, waiting for the boys to finish as my Uncle cleans up, when all of a sudden we hear this big noise. It did sound like someone falling down the stairs with chairs but, I didn’t really think it actually happened. My Uncle calls out to the people walking towards the stairs ‘Did someone fall?’, to which I  jokingly reply ‘Oh, it must have been Chad!’. Well, as luck would have it, it WAS Chad.

Sweet Mother of Jesus.

We all rush over to find Chad at the bottom of the stairs with agony all over his face. While taking it easy down the stairs, he miscalculated and missed a step causing him to roll his ankle and drop all of the chairs while falling. Not a good scene.

To make matters worse, the only other people left were this older retired nurse and her cousin. These two ladies, while very friendly, are a bit odd. The retired nurse was in there like a dirty sock trying to assess the damage. I could tell by the look on Chads face he was not impressed.

Whenever Chad blows out his knee, I know to ask if he is OK or if he needs something and then to back away slowly to allow him space. This lady was basically on top of him guiding his breathing patterns, which we all knew was a bad idea. Thankfully Chad was very patient with her, and while he was very short, he didn’t actually blow up in her face.

We didn’t know the extent of the damage, but it was already swollen and he could only put very little pressure on it. With some help he managed to hobble to the front door, where he took a minute to sit down and relax before getting in the car. The retired nurse was sure to give me pointers on how to take care of him when I got home, which was nice of her, but I could tell Chad just wanted to hurry up and get hime.

With some help leaning on me, he was able to make it home, in to the elevator, and up to the apartment, where he laid himself out on the couch. Ryan and Elise came over to see how he was and to just hang out.

After taking some advil and icing it, he seemed to be ok, as long as he didn’t move his foot. We went to bed, kept it elevated, and iced all night long.

This morning I attempted to help him hobble to the bathroom, but that was a no go. He was in way to much pain to put any pressure on it. Luckily, Dr. Nonna Sonia has all the hospital equipment you could ask for sitting in her basement, so I quickly ran over and got him some crutches. He seemed to be OK using those.

I’ve called him a couple times from work today, and he says everything is ok, as long as he doesn’t move. I will most likely take him to the hospital tonight, just to get some x-rays and to see if there is any real damage.

If it’s not one thing it’s another!

***Update***

So we just got back from the hospital. He’s got a sprain and a fracture. They put a ‘Slab’ on his leg/foot right now and then he has to go back next week to get a full cast. He wears that for 2 weeks, then gets an X-ray, and then a leg brace that he can walk on. Looks like it will be an interesting month ahead!!!

For some reason I get highly annoyed when there is a ‘holiday’ Monday and people park in the curb lane, thinking that no one actually goes to work on Holiday Mondays, even though a lot of people do, and the sign says NO PARKING 7am – 9am MONDAY TO FRIDAY. It doesn’t say anything about excluding holidays Mister. I hate having to constantly change lanes because asshats can’t read signs. I like the curb lane. It gets me places faster.

Speaking of Holiday Mondays, clearly I got screwed because I am at work, and yea, no one is here. I think one other person is coming in at 11, other then that it’s dead. This whole Easter Weekend having to work Monday business really bugs me. I know a lot of people work the Monday, but I find it so cheap and lame. It’s MY religious holiday, not some day I sit around and eat chocolate, so give me the fair share of time off please. Le sigh.

Last weekend we spent the majority of it doing things around the house. Chad was going crazy thinking about the small nicks and stuff in the walls, that he finally put his foot down and patched, sanded, and painted everything. I went around and cleaned and touched up all the moldings, though, I just realized I forgot about the bedroom, but I’ll do that another day.

I planted some Spring flowers on the deck, but it’s not warm enough out to actually pull out the patio furniture and clean everything yet. Ever since I planted the flowers it’s been nothing but rain and wind and rain and wind. I guess it’s ‘technically’ very Spring like, but you can’t really enjoy flowers when you fear they are going to be ripped to shreds.

We had a bunch of candy left over from the movies Friday night, so Chad and I basically lived off of it all day Saturday while working. Not the smartest idea. By dinner time we were coming down from our sugar high and making dinner was soooo hard. Not to mention that after cleaning out the liquor cabinet, we found a bottle of gin with very little gin left, so I got Chad to make us drinks to use it up so we could get rid of the bottle. Only problem was we had no mixers, and I wasn’t about to shoot it straight.

Anyways, I found this recipe for a White Lady, which uses Gin, Cointreau, egg white, and lemon juice. You could substitute grenadine for cointreau, which we had so we did that. Only problem was, Chad didn’t read the recipe right and used the same amount of grenadine as he would have cointreau, which was equivalent to 2 shots. So we basically got 2 shots of pure sugar with a hint of gin. Hello sugar high number two.

After dinner I passed out on the couch before even attempting to clean up from the day and Chad sat there in a Gin, Wine, and Sugar coma. I’ve never seen him so out of it. It was the grossest feeling ever. Never eating that much sugar again.

This weekend was less busy during the day and more crazy at night. It was a big weekend for us, partially because of Easter, and partially because Chad decided that he wanted to become a Catholic, and Easter is when all the hoopla goes down. We’ve been taking classes at my Uncles church every week because Chad had questions and wanted to learn more, and through it all he made the decision to get baptised.

Thursday night was when we celebrate the Last Supper and there were 3 ladies who had been baptised in the Anglican Church who were received into the Catholic Church.

Friday was of course Good Friday and we celebrate the Passion and then had a big Fish n’ Chips dinner with family.

Saturday we celebrate Easter Vigil, which is a very special mass done after dark. This is the mass where those who want to become Catholic get baptised and receive the other sacraments. There was Chad, and one other girl who was 10 who were getting baptised. It was a pretty special night. I was Chads Godmother, which was fun. I got to practice being the Godmother of Gold before I’m actually a Godparent to someones kids.

After the mass we all went over to my Uncle house and drank scotch to celebrate. Everyone was pretty excited for Chad.

Sunday was amazing because we basically spent it sleeping and watching TV and being lazy until it was time to head over to my Moms for dinner. She had invited 20 people to dinner including our family, Chads family, and some friends. It had been a while since the house was the full of people!

Now we can relax a little after the busy weekend. I don’t even know where the time goes sometimes. I’ve got all my appointments lined up for my Body Scan at the Cancer Clinic, so I guess that is the next big thing to look towards.

I can’t wait until May and my little Birthday Getaway.

For now, rain and work!