Last week of summer
Posted on | September 3, 2007 | No Comments
I spent a fair bit of my remaining time in Toronto sitting on Katherine’s deck, watching the traffic navigating this intersection (a 4-way stop, although this does not seem to apply to cyclists who travel through on hearing? faith? They certainly don’t stop, or often look both ways.) It reminds me of living on a busy corner in the ghetto at Queen’s, particularly at this time of year.
I also did some long walks with my mom, something that wouldn’t be possible with Tilda around. (Tilda has proven herself to be a very poor walker, particularly on the sunny side of the street. There could be some deeper meaning to that.) And I kept shopping even when there wasn’t really anything I needed, although it’s good to have another pair of Levi’s ($45!) and another concert shirt ($17!)
Brad went back to Preston on Thursday, so I was once again wholly responsible for Tilda’s care. Brad returned her in fairly good condition (apart from not having chosen to fight the hairbrushing battle, and apart from having taught her the first verse of “Baby’s Got Back”), but somehow he made her snoring worse. The miracle cure is no longer – she’s back to full volume.
Fortunately I didn’t have to entertain her on my own for too long, as we left on Friday for a couple of days at Deerhurst Resort in Muskoka. It was some family bonding time which began when we tried to wedge Mom, Sam, and Tilda and her booster seat into the back of the Forester, which is not quite wide enough.
The resort was very nice, and the suite we were in provided enough places for everyone to sleep, which we weren’t completely sure of ahead of time. Sadly, there were 4 of us in the room with Tilda at night, so Katherine and Sam got to hear the snoring too. Katherine reminded me that adenoidal Sam had also been a terrible snorer when he was younger, and I then remembered sharing a room with him when he was 2 and wondering how Katherine could bear to listen to him NOT BREATHING like that.
Saturday was our one full day at Deerhurst, and the weather was lovely. I was therefore quite annoyed to wake up with swollen eyelids and hives on my face and arms, a progression of Friday’s milder symptoms. Not wanting to spend the day in emergency again, I called the hospital in Huntsville about the walk-in clinic, and headed over. The clinic was closed (not having told the hospital), but the pharmacist next door agreed with me that I was suffering from some sort of allergic reaction and that I should take some antihistamines. I took one pill and started to look a bit more like me and a bit less like a shar-pei. Today my eyelids look normal, and I can still see hives on my arms but not my face, although the skin on my face is quite sensitive and I wouldn’t be surprised if it all peels off soon.
I tried to figure out what I was reacting to, and eventually decided that it might have been something in the sushi I had on Thursday night. Katherine had ordered quite a variety of things, most of which I ate in the dark on her deck, and there was a lot in there that didn’t taste familiar. Or good. I will stick to tuna and salmon from now on. When I was 11 I had similar symptoms after eating lobster, although I’ve eaten lobster since without any problems.
The other interesting medical news is that I seem to be suffering from my third case of pityriasis rosea, which makes me special because it’s quite unusual to even get it twice. It’s “essentially non-contagious”, for those in Melbourne who may already be worried about my scabby return. And conveniently it’s mostly covered up by the common bathing suit.
Apart from worrying what was wrong with me, we had a very nice time at Deerhurst, and ate a whole lot of food. Tilda got to try out lots of new things – the water trampoline, the water slide, canoeing, and even swimming in a lake.
We headed back today. Tilda still snores.
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