Falling In Love With Fred...

Oh boy what a week eh? Not sure what you all were doing but I had another adventure I will get into later...

1st Annual District Hike

We have added the pictures of the wonderful District Hike! If any of you have more please send to Tiffany.

Though few in number, the hikers for the 2011 Rotary District 5050, held August 20^th, 2011, were committed to enjoying the day and meeting new people. 

Unfortunately the 90 minute border delay was an unforeseen challenge and may have discouraged a few Canadian hikers. Those in attendance came from La Conner, Surrey, and even a visitor for Madrid, Spain. 

After the hike few of us chatted for a while, and toured the Breazeale Interpretive Center. The Upland Trail also provided a welcome respite from the sun, and was a nice finishing touch to the day.

A big thanks to Linda Ryan and Rob Martin for taking care of final details for the 2011 Hike. Thanks also go to Mark Mauden, John Schmidt and Vince Richardson – all of Sedro Woolley – for their help in narrowing down the choices for the hike location.

Now...the fun part...

After my outing for golfun and then being the good girl I was suppose to be and not going out again for the hike (which I desperately wanted to do) I stayed home and behaved. I wasn’t feeling the greatest on Sunday evening but did not think too much of it, but by Monday morning I could not get out of bed, much less stand up, actually was pretty much immobile. So off to the emergency room we went.

I was given a room at 3:30pm that afternoon with nothing to eat all day. It was a long day to say the least, the only thing good about it was that they did start and IV for the pain. By 7:30pm that evening I was in the operating room again for an aspiration procedure, which turned out to be positive.

I still could not get out of bed, roll over, stand up, or do any normal functions without the help of at least two nurses. I was a mystery to my doctors. They thought of everything with the last being surgery now on my L3 vertrabe another lamanectomy.

I would do anything at this point. However, the authorities had other ideas. They decided maybe it would be best to block the nerve first to see if that would fix me, and then go in with the big guns later if needed. Well by golly by the next morning, I could actually roll over in bed (alone) I could sit up and as the day went on things improved. I improved enough to finally take walks.

Well I am here to tell you if you are in the hospital, do not overlook the fact that you can find love in the strangest places. You see they decided Fred was to watch over me. Well, watch over me he did. I could not get rid of him. He fell deeply in love to the point where we were joined by cords, tubes, and anything else that would keep him close. My goodness there was no privacy. If I went to the bathroom he went with me, if I showered (misnomer sponge bath) HE was there. I finally resigned myself to the fact that Fred was mine for keeps.

So I did the next best thing, I asked the nurse if I could take him for a walk with me. She said yes but we had to stay close to home. (Think they did not trust Fred either) I thought if I introduced him to someone else he would lose interest. I found Gladys, I thought they were a perfect match, same tall skinny, with a couple of curly tops on their heads, but no such luck. He came back with me. I even stopped and asked folks if they thought we made a good-looking couple. People were very nice. I think they thought he was cuter than me but were too nice to tell me. Therefore, Fred and I had our little affair.

I wanted to leave him home the next day, but NO WAY, he said all he asked of me was that I push his button every now and again and he would be happy. Therefore, off we went again. But he had such big feet and if he was going to hang with me he was going to have to have a foot reduction or something for gosh sakes.

Monday rolled around again. I had now been in the hospital for 9 days and frankly, I was getting a bit tired of Fred.

Well low and behold the nurses came and told me it was time for Fred and me to have a parting of the ways. I tried to act hurt and that I would miss him terribly. We had a little talk, he told me he had not been completely honest with me and if we did get married, I would have to change my name to go with his. I asked what it was as I thought it was Fred. He hung his head and said his first name was Morph and his last was Phine. Well that did it, I had no problem letting go of Fred or Morph or whomever he was, packed my bags and got out of Dodge.

DG Jane and her boyfriend Fred

Fred in all of his glory!

So that was my week, I hope yours was better and if not maybe this will put a smile on your face.

I am on the mend and am looking to be out the second week of September. I will let the AG’s know so you have plenty of time to prepare.

Again thank you for all your kind thoughts, cards and flowers, they meant so much to me. Four surgeries in four weeks wears on ones ability to stay positive. But I am there and will be with you soon.

See you soon,

Jane