|oh yeah: l'opital
||[Aug. 17th, 2014|09:07 pm]
Just realised that the hospital is probably something that I should blog about. My patience with the internet will probably run out before I get very far., so spoliers furst:|
I decided to try to walk to church (LDS after Marci's wishes)
The nearest one on mormon.org was across the valley, and in the UK, if you can see it, you can usually hike to it.... doesn't apply in your sunday best... with not nearly enough water.... and getting back again with only a single halgallon and no more efficient modes of transport doesn't help....
I was a good boy though, and told the cops of my previous mental health problems, so they took me straight to hospital and bypassed the triage process for me. If Direct Line wants to query it with me this time, I will be on their side for passing the buck for the bill on to the Abbortsford Police and Fraser health for depriving me of my glasses, and failing to diagnose a bottle of orange piss as a possible symptom of heatstroke, and try to get them to pay for a return plane ticket next year to visit the Mission Folk Festival (which is frickin awesome and you shouold all go) and Lindy On The Rocks, which Rosea managed to get a free pass for, and that I will probably hgo ba=ck gfor next year.
Also, I need to talk to Melby about visiting 9 mile ccanyon with me. Visiting Marci's Grave was a healing experience for me this last week. WE went with Kristi and Michael (Kristi is indeed Kristianne, and Marci was always just Marci, but her middle name was Anne [fun fact: Time to start calling kristi Ka and Anne to wind her up ])
I have no clue where I got to, and no desire to p[ut my glasses on to look at the screen when I can just continue to just touchtype.
Current itinarary takes me to memphis, TN to see the Mississipi and drop Michael off with Kristi so that they can go and have Holly's babbie, which is due in a week. I still need to get in touch with Jared (theorb up-top, and responsible for the other broken links too, *hinthint: don't hire a sysadmin that can't even keep his ex sister in law's blog link alive) and then up to Montreal to suprprise Debbie at Cat's or Brouhaha oif she's in the city even... and then off to see melby at last, then back to montreal (oplease don't tell D that I'm coming if you are a montreal-based reader. I will be attempting to couchsurf with one of the collabora massive when I get there, because I know how muych you dancers can blabb.
and back on-=topic:
I managed to meet a bunch of interesting crazies in the psych ward before they found my glasses at the folk festival and immediately sent me on day-release to get a new pair and helped me (via a social worker) to book me the first available greyhound frp, mvancouver to slc (which landed me in Seattle for over a day (I was most put-out after learning that it was a poot-haven and the home of starbucks' Patient 0, and everyone checks the fuck out in the service industry on a friday afternoon, so literally nobody was helpful past about midnight on Thursday (when I had a wonderful encounter with a ukelele called Esmerelda, and her awesomely shaven-headed and cross-legged travelling companion whose parentals cooked me home-caught crab and pork and turkey awesomenesses.
Feel free to ask for more details later on any collection of paragraphs. I am stinking hot in here, and it's not even a computer that should be on. I am going to go into the garden and use the family tent for the night again. My tent is currently in my dad';s bag, in the skytrain station. There has been a police report, but they misspelt my name over the phone, so it won't have gone to a real person (I should start registering names like david.labon@somewhere...
nightie night. I will be fishing tomorrow evening, with the Groesbecks, so probably out buying a license late-afternoon onwards. Slep well.