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Evil Thoughts

May 28, 2006 by Tricia

I’m dragging my feet about posting these days. It’s not that I haven’t had anything to write about, it’s just that a few things have happened this week that made me feel a bit down.


Mostly it was my visit to my family dr. that got me down. She promised me that she was going to get me back on some of my crohn’s meds if I continued to get worse and AGAIN she decided against it and wants to experiment with some herbal mixtures. I can officially say that I’m fed up with every single one of my doctors now. I can’t get better and get back to work if I’m not being cared for properly, and I’m starting to go just a bit stir crazy sitting at home.

Anyway, enough of my grumbling. Since I’ve been feeling more than a little bit evil this week it seemed like the perfect time to take the “How evil Are you” quiz:


You Are 38% Evil


A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well.
In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil.
How Evil Are You?

It turns out that I’m not as evil as I thought I was, but looking at the questions and having answered yes to most of the top 4 paragraphs I was starting to think the quiz was going to say I was 80% evil or something.

I found the questions very revealing in some ways.

Yes I do have vengeful feelings. I have broken the law in minor ways in the past, I’ve looked at nudie pics on line – can’t help it when you come across them accidentally can you? That I’ve lingered over a few of them wasn’t asked but to be honest, yes I have.

I’ve wished people harm but I’ve never acted on those feelings. I believe in fate and Karma and the people that have hurt me will probably get theirs eventually. I don’t hate kids or harbor secret desires to be mean just for the fun of it. I would never pick on someone with disabilities.

I do however have a lot of trouble tolerating blatantly stupid people or people who act weak but can and should be doing something for themselves to change the situation they’ve got themselves into.

I already know that I would give my life if I had to in order to save many others. In fact, thanks to SARS (severe acute respiratory syndrome) hitting Toronto in 2003 and working as a nurse in the midst of this terrible infectious disorder, I knew I was potentially risking my own life by continuing to work in the emergency department. However, if I, and others like me, weren’t working to help stop the spread of SARS it would have infected and killed many more people than it actually did.

I’ve never spit in someones drink, but I must admit that I’ve felt like it. I have blamed a fart or two on other people. Who hasn’t?

I have kissed people that I shouldn’t be kissing, particularly when I was just sweet 16. That is a story for another day though.

How about you? Did you take the “how evil are you test”? Did it make you think about things a little bit when you saw the quiz questions?

Are you a vengeful person? Have you taken revenge on someone? Or would you never dream of having an evil thought or doing something that might be considered mean no matter how deserving a person might be? I’d love to hear your thoughts.





Filed Under: Chronic Pain, Entertainment, General Musings, Health Fitness and Beauty Tagged With: accident, blog, Chronic Pain, crohn, crohns, doctor, Entertainment, Evil, evil thoughts, Family, General Musings, hate, Health and Fitness, Health Fitness and Beauty, home, IBD, ill, Inflammatory bowel disease, mean, nurse, pain, post, revenge, stupid, Toronto, work

To have and to hold?

May 19, 2006 by Tricia

This is Part III and the final conclusion in a series. If you haven’t read the first two sections please go to:
Part I “Mother’s Day – A love Story”
Part II “A happy childhood and kids of my own someday”

I couldn’t believe my ears. My husband and I had been together for close to 10 years by this time, and married for close to 7. What did he say? He doesn’t want children?


He’s always been afraid of young children and babies. During a family gathering when he was a rambunctious child he did a cartwheel over his baby cousin and landed on the baby. He says he got the beating of his life for that, although his family says he did not and that the baby was unhurt by the incident. Either way, I believe this is the incident in his life that has made him fearful of young children and ultimately of having children of his own.

He also told me at that time, during that very hurtful conversation, that I was all he wanted. I think he’s afraid that our relationship will change if we have children. I also know that he’s very much afraid that being pregnant and or caring for a child will make my health issues worsen.

We went through a very bad time in our relationship as a result of his revelation. I loved him but I wanted him and so much more. I wanted to find out what our children would look like and what their personalities would be. Would they be tall like me, or short like him? Would they have his blue eyes or my hazel eyes? Would they be funny? Musical? Artistic? Happy, serious or easy going? Would I have twins like my sister, and like almost every other female member of my family before me?

He wanted me and only me. He loves me more than anything in this world. He treats me like princess. If I said I was spoiled by my family as a child it is nothing like I have been spoiled as his wife. Almost all of my wants and desires are fulfilled, provided we can afford what I want that is! We are best friends and always will be.

I was hurt for a long time. Many of my friends told me to just go ahead and get pregnant. What could he do about it? No, sorry, I couldn’t do that to him. I respect him, I can’t lie to him.

Eventually we started talking about having kids again. I explained to him, that without us trying to have children, and without him actually wanting us to have kids, I would probably develop more and more of a grudge against him as time went on. That almost perfect relationship that we had would be ruined. I can’t bear to not try, and then end up in my 50’s unable to have children and sit and look at him and resent him for not allowing me to fulfill one of my greatest desires when, by that time, it would be too late.

Around the same time that he had suddenly decided that he didn’t want children he’d been talking with friends and family that had kids. His younger sister was going through a lot of trouble with her oldest child. My sister was having trouble with her twins. Other friends told him that if they could go back they would never have had children. They had no life, no time to themselves. They wished they were like us, able to do what we wanted, able to spend money on ourselves if we chose to pamper ourselves.

My husband can sometimes be easily influenced by the words of others, and I think that was part of what was happening around the time that I really started pushing for a child or to adopt if we continued to be unsuccessful. I never pushed that hard. I always new he had fears of becoming a father. However by the time I reached 35 I knew that we had to get start getting serious about having a child if we were going to have one.

I also didn’t want to end up having a child in my mid 40’s as my parents did. Oh yes, I did have a happy childhood and loving parents, but by the time I turned 12 I also feared that my parents wouldn’t live to see my married, to see me have a child, a house or just to be there for me as I grew older and needed their advice and support. I was more aware of life and death and of how precious time was as a teenager than I should have been. I didn’t want my own child to grow up with those fears, to start to wonder as they approached 30 if their parents would be around when they were 35 or 40.

Last September I had to have some surgery to find out if I had endometriosis. My doctors wanted to rule out any “female” complaints related to my relentless abdominal pain. It turned out that I did indeed have endometriosis. Only a small amount, and no where near my bowels so it was ruled out as a major source of pain, although it did contribute to some of my pain. At that time I was offered medications that would reduce the chances of the endometriosis coming back for a while. Unfortunately these medications, depending which ones are used, can make it difficult or even impossible to become pregnant.

It was apparent last fall that I needed to settle this issue that we were having regarding having children. I explained about the medications, and how I would regret not trying. He admitted that he was less fearful of having a child now, but still worried about my health. I told him that if I do have Crohns the disease might calm down during the pregnancy and I might even get better for a while. Although I’ve also read about crohns people having terrible pregnancies, and or having the disease come back with a vengeance shortly after the birth. I’m willing to take that chance.

Chris has also decided that he would like to try to have kids. He’s still worried about becoming a father, but he’s willing to try. I know he’ll make a good father if we are successful. He’s sweet and loving. If he thought I was enough for him, I just know that if we do manage to have a child his love will expand and he’ll wonder how he existed with only me to love. He’s just that kind of person.

I’m 40 now, which kind of sucks, but it’s not that bad. Due to my health I still don’t know if our efforts will result in failure, but if we try, at least I won’t go into menopause holding a huge grudge against my husband. Although we should have not had the almost 5 year delay that we’ve gone through. I’ve had 4 miscarriages in my life and I’ll assume that there could easily be more.

Unfortunately for Chris, if we are successful the chance of my having twins has probably quadrupled what with my age and family history of twins. Poor guy!

I’m sure there are some people reading this that might think I’m forcing the issue of having a child with my husband. I am not. I’ve waited almost 5 years from the time that he told me, 6 years into our marriage, that he didn’t want children. During that time I’ve been quite hurt. When he told me that he didn’t want children I was stunned and I told him that I probably wouldn’t have ever married him if I’d known that. That’s how important this issue is to me. But I didn’t lie to him, I didn’t deceive him and “accidentally” get pregnant. I waited, and I talked to him and eventually he changed his mind. I just hope it’s not too late.

Perhaps I will be a mother by the time the next Mothers day rolls around. If I am I won’t have people looking apologetically at me after they say “Happy Mothers day” and then realize that I don’t have kids, just as my neighbors daughter in law did to me last Sunday.

Perhaps Mothers day will become a little less sad for me. I’ll still be missing my own lovely mother, that loss will never go away, but if I’m lucky my heart will be less sad and more joyful.

Filed Under: Chronic Pain, Family, Health Fitness and Beauty, Home and Lifestyle, Inflammatory bowel disease, Life with Chris Tagged With: adoption, baby, children, Chris, Chronic Pain, crohn, crohns, doctor, Family, Health and Fitness, Health Fitness and Beauty, Home and Lifestyle, house, husband, IBD, Inflammatory bowel disease, Life with Chris, medication, miscarriage, Money, neighbor, neighbors, pain, pregnancy, sister, support

Happy Childhood and kids of my own someday?

May 16, 2006 by Tricia

I suppose it’s time I write my follow up to Mother’s Day – A love Story.

My family before I came along

I had a very happy childhood. Yes, there are things I could complain about, but compared to many other peoples childhood horror stories, my life was perfect.

I had loving parents that provide a stable home life – a roof over our heads, plenty of love and care, and there was nothing that I needed that I lacked.

Yes, they did deny me some of the things that I wanted, but I believe that was good parenting. They taught me to respect what I had, and to earn what I wanted.

I also had three older brothers and an older sister to care for me and spend time with me.

I don’t remember much about my oldest brother. He was after all nearly 20 when I was born and moved out of the house within a year or two. Our relationship has never been all that close and that’s likely because of the major difference in our ages and the fact that he wasn’t around that much while I was growing up.

My second oldest brother was great. I can remember him taking me skating, skiing, playing golf (well, I sort of caddied for him when he played golf with his friends), hiking, canoeing, tobogganing.

My brother Laurie and Me

We did all the fun sporty stuff together. I saw him repeat the same things with his own children. Always being a big part of their lives. In fact he was the first of my siblings to become a father.

My youngest, but still much older brother, is the most like me.

We just seem to think alike.

It was always easy to be around him and have fun with him and it still is. I think all my siblings feel the same way about him, as he’s just a great guy.

My sister before I came along, praying for a boy perhaps?

My sister wanted a baby sister so badly that while my mom was pregnant she told everyone that she wanted a brother. She says now that you never get what you wish for and that’s why she wished for a boy. I guess she was right because I most certainly am a girl!

My parent either felt that I was going to be a boy or that my sister was a handful and they wanted the new baby to be a boy, because they had a boy name picked out for me. Luckily both of my names easily converted into a female name.

My mom and I. I think I was about 20 in this picture.

By the time I was nine all my siblings had moved out of the house. That was a strange feeling. I’d come from a relatively large family and now it seemed like I was an only child. To say I was spoiled would not be an understatement. However I did know that I was spoiled to some degree. I also knew what sacrifices my parents had made to scrimp and save to get to the position of financial security that they were now enjoying. As I said earlier, I had everything I needed – but my parents didn’t let me get away with too much on my wants. Still, compared to how my siblings were raised – passing down clothing from one to the other, various meals made with hamburger (whereas I usually had steak), they considered me spoiled.

As the youngest, with so much older brothers and a sister, I got to observe many of the pro’s and con’s of life through their mistakes and successes. Luckily my siblings did well for themselves and their families and there were few terrible mistakes along the way. I got to see how they reacted to parenthood and marriage, how they raised their children, and along the way I developed a strong desire to have my own children one day.

I had hoped to start a family by the time I was 25 years old or so. That didn’t happen. I wasn’t even married by that time, but I was with the man who did become my husband a couple years short of my goal. I just knew I would make a good mother, after all I’d seen all of the successful things that my siblings and my friends by this time, had done right and unfortunately some of the things that had gone wrong. I wouldn’t make the mistakes that I had seen and I would hope to be as successful in bringing up a child or two as say my brother had been.

Maybe I’ve been too sure of myself, so sure I’d make a good parent. Maybe I jinxed myself. Why? Well, this is the other reason why mothers day makes me sad. I am still not a mother.

I’ve had four pregnancies. One occurred when I was only 19 years old. Oops! But all have ended in miscarriage. I think I’ve had trouble having a successful pregnancy due to my health problems. Both thyroid disease and inflammatory bowel disease can mess up your system and make it harder to become pregnant and or maintain a pregnancy. I had a pre-cancerous tumor on my thyroid when I was 21, and now as a result of surgery have very little thyroid left and have to take synthetic thyroid hormones. The dr.’s also believe that I have Crohn’s disease but have yet to fully diagnose this disorder. Crohn’s affects your digestive system and amongst other complications it can make you not absorb nutrients properly. As a result my folic acid levels are often low, and unfortunately folic acid is very important towards maintaining a pregnancy and in having a healthy baby.

All that is bad enough, but, I happened to have married a man to whom I thought wanted children as much as I did. When I was 35 and we weren’t having much success I brought up the subject of possibly adopting a child. To my surprise and horror he ended up telling me at that time that he really didn’t want children.

To be continued, come back for part III tomorrow …

Filed Under: Family, Home and Lifestyle, Inflammatory bowel disease, Photography Tagged With: baby, camera, children, crohns, digital camera, Family, Health Fitness and Beauty, home, Home and Lifestyle, house, husband, IBD, Inflammatory bowel disease, life, Love, mother, Mothers Day, Photography

Dancing Nurses

May 13, 2006 by Tricia

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Photo’s from Dr. Mel’s Retirement Party. Of course he didn’t really retire, he’s still assisting on surgeries. I must be missing work. This is the second ER post this week!

At the end of the party the stranglers started dancing. I think this was the beginning of the limbo dance. The women pictured here are some of the senior nurses that I work with in Emerg – Charge nurses, supervisors and our department manager.

End of Party, senior nurses dance

I had to throw this picture in too. As a tribute to Dr. Mel to teams from emerg acted out typical patient care scenes that the good dr. had likely participated in many times. This one of course is supposed to be a pregnant woman on the way to the ER.

Scene acted out at the party- woman in labor


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Please don’t forget to visit my renter on your way out!

Filed Under: Health Fitness and Beauty, Nursing, Photo Hunters, Photography, Socializing Tagged With: camera, celebration, crohns, dance, digital camera, Health and Fitness, Health Fitness and Beauty, IBD, Inflammatory bowel disease, nurse, Nursing, pain, Photo Hunters, Photography, retire, Socializing

Sleep Clinic Hell

May 12, 2006 by Tricia

What a week! Have you ever had one of those weeks where you feel like you’ve been really busy, but when you stop and think about it you realize you didn’t finish everything that you wanted to do, or that you were procrastinating on a few things? Well, that’s the kind of week I’ve had.

I guess I should have known it wasn’t going to be a good week. Last Sunday night I couldn’t sleep at all. Mostly because I had a lot of abdominal pain. So I dragged myself around all day Monday.

Tuesday I was bitchy all day because I had to go to that sleep study appointment. I was right to be in a bad mood about it. The tech that was caring for me all night wasn’t very friendly. I tried to get her talking but I wasn’t very successful. I did find out that she’s a psychology major and attends classes all day, then works at the sleep study clinic three nights a week. I guess she was tired but it would have been nice if she’d been a little bit friendlier.

I got there at 8:30 p.m. just as I was told to, and I was led to my bedroom where I was told to fill out a number of papers. I finished the papers within 10 or 15 minutes and then I sat and waited for the tech to come back. I eventually started to read my book because she was taking so long. She finally came back at 9:30 and had expected me to be dressed for bed. “uhm, you didn’t tell me that”. So she left again for another 30 minutes. It doesn’t take me that long to change my clothes. Really!

When she came back she led me to a room where I was weighed, my height measured, and my throat circumference taken. The throat measurement worried me because I thought they were going to put something around my neck! It turns out that my neck was about the only thing that didn’t have something placed on it.

I ended up with wires stuck to my legs, chest, shoulder and all over my head. Most of them were on my head actually. They were stuck on with a thick wax like paste and white paper surgical tape. I had at least 6 wires attached to my face, right beside my eyes, mouth and on my cheeks. Then she strapped a belt around my body under my arms and across my breasts, and a second one around my waist. Oh fun, I can’t breath!

I walked back to my room thinking that it was a good thing all these wires were so thin. It was kind of like being covered with vermicelli noodles. There were 23 wires stuck in the “sandman” machine that was attached to me.

I was allowed to go to bed at midnight but I had to call the tech into the room at some point prior to that to attach the wires to the beside machine. I called her at 11:30 so that her coming into the room wouldn’t disturb my sleepiness, if I was sleepy, which I wasn’t. What I was, was in pain! I had taken a pain pill before I got there. Partly because I was having pain at that time, and in part because I know they make me a little bit sleepy. By 9:30 I had another, and I had yet another one at 11:30 plus a half Percocet. Yes, that should have taken care of the pain and made me comatose. Did it? No!

The tech came into the room at about 11:30 and attached the wires to the bedside machine, and then she put yet another thing around my head – it was something that rested just under my nose. I’m presuming it was to measure my breathing during sleep but she wouldn’t answer my questions so I have no idea if my guess is correct. I also had a pulse-oximiter placed on one of my fingers to measure my O2 content and heart beat. Then she left the room after telling me that she was going to talk to me on the intercom and run some tests.

I’m glad that I asked her to hook me up before my official bedtime because setting up the machinery took about 10 minutes. When she came on the intercom I had to move my eyes up and down several times, then side to side, then hold my breath, breath normally, and then hold my breath and move my stomach in and out. I did the stomach thing for about a minute before she told me I could stop. This was the most hateful test due to my abdominal pain.

Since I couldn’t get out of bed to turn out the light on my own she came back promptly at midnight to turn it out. I wasn’t pleased. I was almost wide awake and I wanted to continue reading as I usually get very sleepy when I read. She wouldn’t let me. Hey, I had a bedside lamp beside me, I could have read and turned out that light on my own- but no, I wasn’t allowed. So I ended up lying awake until sometime after 3:30 am. Getting boob wedgies from the tight band she’d placed around my chest. I heard every streetcar go by, all the partiers outside on the street, delivery trucks backing up. Everything.

With 3 tramadol and a half percocet coursing through me I should have been deeply asleep, but I was still in pain and just couldn’t get to sleep. I finally fell asleep only to wake up again by 5:30 am. I lay in bed until almost 6:30 and then I called the tech to come and unhook me so I could have my shower and get the heck out of there.

I practically ran out of the clinic when I was able to! I was free, I was free! I went home and unfortunately still couldn’t sleep. I did have an hours nap that evening though, so that helped.

I’ve spent the rest of the week feeling blah. My tummy is just in an uproar. It’s not happy, and when it’s not happy I can’t sleep and I can’t do much else either. I’m supposed to be at a party tonight. My husband went, and he’s playing guitar on the stage that they set up in the hall and I’m missing it. I’m disappointed. I really wanted to go and see my friends, and watch Chris perform.

Plants to go in the garden sitting on my patio table

As for the procrastinating bit. Last Friday Chris and I went to one of my favorite garden centers and picked up some more plants for the garden. Mostly annuals for summer color, but yes, I bought some more perennials (permanent plants) and I have no idea where I’m going to put them! In all, we bought 347 plants! I know that sounds like a lot but most of them were in those little containers that hold 4 plants each. They add up quickly. Why did I buy so many? lets see, I have three hanging planter boxes to fill, and 7 hanging baskets, 4 pots, 2 strawberry pots, and 4 rectangular plant boxes to stuff with blooms. The remainder will go along the edges of my flower beds. I’ve been meaning to get this done all week, but just haven’t had the energy to do it. Now it’s supposed to rain on and off all weekend. Well, if they don’t get planted at least they will be watered. Have to look on the bright side.

Filed Under: Chronic Pain, Health Fitness and Beauty, Inflammatory bowel disease, Tricia's Garden Tagged With: annuals, Chronic Pain, crohns, garden, Health and Fitness, Health Fitness and Beauty, IBD, Inflammatory bowel disease, no sleep, pain, plants, Procrastinate, sleep study, Tricia's Garden

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