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I am never going to be in Canada on the 25th of December ever, ever again.
Five years ago as a gift to the family (cousins, aunts, uncles, et) my grandmother rented a ski lodge up in the Canadian Rockies. This required my mother and I to get up hellishly early on Christmas morning to get there, and on the last night of the trip 70% of my family got violently ill, including me.
This year, my mom was burning out after a long summer and some family drama, and decided we'd skip the extended family gathering on Christmas Eve and go to Victoria for a day (the 24-25).
Now, Saturday I pulled a muscle in my back and it's been getting better relatively quickly.
Well, in the wee hours of this morning, my back spasmed. So badly that my moans and swearing woke mom up. So badly that we got a taxi to the hospital (the taxi driver, btw, informed me that it was my karma for me to be in pain). It would have cost $700 dollars to see a doctor, however the triage nurse gave me tylenol and ibuprofen, which, combined with the ginger ale made my world bearable.
After two hours of sleep, we took the first ferry home.
I feel fine now, but fuck. Moral of the story: for the REST OF MY ENTIRE LIFE I am going to avoid Canada on 25th LIKE THE FUCKING PLAGUE.
Five years ago as a gift to the family (cousins, aunts, uncles, et) my grandmother rented a ski lodge up in the Canadian Rockies. This required my mother and I to get up hellishly early on Christmas morning to get there, and on the last night of the trip 70% of my family got violently ill, including me.
This year, my mom was burning out after a long summer and some family drama, and decided we'd skip the extended family gathering on Christmas Eve and go to Victoria for a day (the 24-25).
Now, Saturday I pulled a muscle in my back and it's been getting better relatively quickly.
Well, in the wee hours of this morning, my back spasmed. So badly that my moans and swearing woke mom up. So badly that we got a taxi to the hospital (the taxi driver, btw, informed me that it was my karma for me to be in pain). It would have cost $700 dollars to see a doctor, however the triage nurse gave me tylenol and ibuprofen, which, combined with the ginger ale made my world bearable.
After two hours of sleep, we took the first ferry home.
I feel fine now, but fuck. Moral of the story: for the REST OF MY ENTIRE LIFE I am going to avoid Canada on 25th LIKE THE FUCKING PLAGUE.
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