On Tuesday I was at one of the downtown hospitals having tests done through the ER. Our whatever issue (numb down one side, increasing weakness on that side) is stumping people because we’re not numb on the correct side of our face for the side of our body that’s numb, the neck explanation doesn’t explain why I can’t feel one side of my scalp and face and so on. MRIs are clear, bloodwork, thyroid, CAT scans blah blah blah. We’re not dying. We’re just gradually using feeling, and now some functionality (not a huge amount yet; boot camp goes well, can clearly still type), on one side of our body. My new theory is that being multiple used up our brain. Highly scientific, that one.
Canadian medicine doesn’t encourage excessive curiosity because tests are expensive, and so when you have something weird like this it is incredibly frustrating. My family doctor sent me to the ER in hopes of finding someone that wanted to refer me to a higher-octane clinic (after having used the term disability), but once we established (for the third time in the last 6 weeks) that I was not having a stroke or a brain tumour, I was discharged. So I’m back to waiting for a referral appointment to open up. And feeling guilt for my misuse of the emergency system.
I’d taken the day off work and the kids were at their camps so that left me with an afternoon free. Avalon has been reading the Scott Pilgrim comic books, provided by Trip, her latest online friend-breaking-news-boyfriend. They were introduced online by sweetpeas, in case anyone is wondering. Don’t worry about not keeping up. Avalon is definitely compressing all of high school dating and beyond onto her astral timeline.
Scott Pilgrim spends a lot of his crazy-dating-fighting-evil-exes time in the same neighbourhood that we spent a lot of high school and university summers, as well as an area bordering on Anna’s neighbourhood — in other words, somewhere we have spent a lot of time eating, dancing and poking about bookstores.
(Everyone knows that is not the original Lee’s Palace sign.) Well, that’s an understatement. Let’s just be frank: That area reads to us like hometown; it’s where we delayed going home after school on bad days, mused over being multiple years later. It’s vibrant and young and a bit artsy, although there are artsier neighbourhoods, and hooks us up to — well, the space Avalon pretty much is in, possibility and youth. In our 42 year old body.
We discovered that Lyria’s second-favourite bookstore is intact…
(if you enlarge it you may be able to see the shelf labels – on the left “crystals” “chakras” and on the right “Noam Chomsky”)
…but her favourite one turned into an art store. I have been musing lately, partly because of how things have sorted out at work and just in general, that perhaps had we not been actively and occasionally brutally discouraged from all visual art we might be graphic design people, which is such a scary new thought (if not writers…?) it made that whole change seem more fraught with meaning than the disappearance of a crystal-selling store in a high-rent area should bring.
It was a really nice afternoon to go with a very sucky morning. It hasn’t been a very artist/writer feeding sort of spring & summer and I think we need more of that.