Back in the land of the living
Hello one and all those who actually read this! Im afraid i havent been the most avid blogger in the past, with zero posts in the last 5 months or so. I have been in vancouver, living it up on what little money i had. Its difficult to summarise what i got up to in British Columbia in just a few paragraphs, so the highlights will have to suffice.
After several weeks living in hostels (not the scary/horror movie kind) and being literally worried sick i managed to find a bedsit downtown (which is hard to do for the price i got) and get a job. I settled into a nice little routine involving work,starbucks,playstation, lots of canadian tv, trips to the movies and the odd daytrip. This was all after my exploring of the city itself and the rockies, the moose trip in which i met so many amazing people and saw such great scenery, truly good times. The city itself is very nice, and i felt very safe. Downtown was quite small and could find everything i needed. Except a decent paying job. $8.50 an hour really isnt great, although i worked with some great people and had a laugh at work. Was sad to leave my little life in vancouver, there were tears, and not just from me.
I succumbed to a few manic days at the end of the year, involving working 11hours overnight, then catching a coach to whistler in which to spend xmas with a friend (awake for 36 hours ). Then at the end of the week, drinking very heavily before a flight across the country (not recommended), spending 2 very cold days in toronto before drinking again very heavily with my friend justin before my flight back home.
I arrived at terminal 3 tired, slightly hungover, with longer hair a new tattoo and plus a lip piercing. It was a wonder my mother recognised me. So i get home, or what i have to call my new home in the early hours of the morning. I must say it was very weird being in a house i had never seen before, and sleeping a bed which was a damn sight more comfortbale than any hostel bed id been in.
Some adjustment ensued, mostly the jetlag and the bastard cold i caught from the plane. A quick trip down to cheltenham for a quick catch up with friends and another hefty drive to newcastle, i was quite exhausted. A fever and a progressing cold didnt help matters, and i was bed ridden for the best part of the weekend. At least it couldnt get any worse.
No i was wrong. A searing pain across my stomach could make things worse, and after a couple of days of stabbing pains, appendicitus is my ailment. YAY, lets have a 3 day stint in a hospital. 24 hours of waiting for an operation, in a smelly ward, with not so attractive nurses (who were very good at their jobs i must say), being virtually ignored by 5 doctors, waking up from aneasthetic with the overwhleming urge to vomit, being woken up every half hour by a nurse who wants to take your BP, and a bleeding wound in my side held together with staples….. Is just how i imangined 3 days in hosptial would be like. Oh so much fun. What i found quite amusing was my sister finding out from facebook that i was ill, before my mother had even told her.
So here i am back in the land of the living, with staples in my side, in a village in the middle of nowhere away from friends, no job and no money feeling a bit downheartened and lonely. A little motivation im sure will cure me and some contact with friendly/familiar faces might give me a boost to find a new job and get on with paying back my rather significant debts.
January 14, 2008 at 2:27 pm