Life's a Stitch

Hi From Edmonton where I’ve been sick with the mother of all migraines for two days. I usually measure the severity of a headache by comparing it to one I had on a train travelling from Bremen to Amsterdam a couple of years back. It started early on in the trip but gained considerable strength after the train was delayed when someone in rural Holland decided to meet his end by diving under our coach. We arrived in Amsterdam in the middle of the night, but due to problems with the track we were let out at a downtown station instead of the airport. Lugging too much baggage we found our way to the airport, but it involved a disgusting ride in an elevator sloshing with pee and another train ride with a loud cursing Scottsman. It was 2:30 a.m. and we had missed the last shuttle to the airport hotel, a $20 cab ride away. When we finally made it there, seven hours ahead of our flight I was never so glad to see a bed, no matter the cost. I thought that was the worst headache of my life until now. An arsenal of drugs large enough to cause major organ damage hasn’t made a dent. My main task for the day will be getting to a medical clinic three blocks away and figuring out a way to feel better by the time my course starts tomorrow. This is not the way I intended to spend my birthday.

I’m so lucky to be in the company of my daughter who is T minus five weeks from her BscN. She made me chicken noodle soup just like I used to do for her. We had a really fun first day but I’ll write about that later. Hint: yarn shop and too much money.

Thanks for all you comments yesterday. That post exudes 14 year old ego and I’m sure he’s thrilled to hear from you. And your sweet comments about his mom were most appreciated.

Charlotte at about 80 rows: