Kidnapped by Aliens!


Dear Diary

“I think, last week, I was kidnapped by aliens. ”

OK, my friends, that’s certainly what I would write in my diary to explain my unusual experience from Friday to Monday.

I had again a serious health problem on the night of Friday. My husband played “again” the ambulance to take me to the emergency at Victoria General Hospital. The diagnosis was: a surgery!

 

 

You should know that among my history of visited hospitals (Belgium, Africa, Edmonton) this was such a special experience that I thought I was in an alien hospital. Judge for yourself:

  • I was immediately admitted as soon as they understood my problem (in previous experience: I will still be waiting for 4-5 hours in pain …)
  • Nurses took turn to make sure I did not need anything (in previous experience: only one will showed up and disappeared for at least 2 hours …)
  • The doctor doing the surgery visited me 3 times to explain either the surgery process or to check on me, (previous experience: I will see the doctor only once, often with no clear explanation or nothing at all and you leave the hospital without ever remembering his face…)
  • There were more serious cases than me, but we had all their attention (previous experience: if you’re not a priority, you’re left behind in pain …)
  • Medical staff calls you “darling, sweaty, honey, my dear, beauty …”, very attentive and full of humanity. Do you think this is an exaggeration? (Let me tell you that elsewhere, my color was often an obstacle to treat me well …)

I spent 4 days in Victoria General Hospital (VGH) with the feeling of being in a 7-star hotel or with aliens or in heaven … No, I haven’t been kidnapped by Aliens, I was on the earth with real dedicated, conscientious, special Humans… and I am very grateful to God for the medical staff of VGH, YOU ROCKED!!

By the way, today I feel much better, thanks God! 🙂

Weekly Photo Challenge: Signs


http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/signs/

“The sign said don’t do it, so naturally I did it. Signs are always saying stuff in a silent way.
 Writing is a way to say something in a silent way.”
Jarod Kintz, Seriously delirious, but not at all serious

 

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A bouquet of Roses abandoned or dropped in the snow… May be a SIGN??WP_20140309_048

Birds singing !!


This morning I heard the birds singing in the trees across our house. It caught my attention because, I don’t remember seeing or hearing bunch of birds in October in Edmonton!

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Then, something heartbreaking happened: I heard a big “boom” against the living room window and saw about five birds making a lot of noise around a lying bird. I went out and this is what I saw…

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Poor bird, I couldn’t rescue him, He was instantly dead 😦