What Am I Doing Here?

“Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quiestest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.” – Pat Conroy

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I’ve been back in Toronto for a few days now, and I have to admit that I’m struggling a bit. Being back here, back to the old routine is difficult. Yesterday was really hard for me, for Saturday and Sunday were days spent trying to get adjusted to this time zone and with family activities. Yesterday was my first full day back to my routine. And it sucked.

I can honestly say that I think I was majorly depressed yesterday as all I wanted to do is stay in bed. Being summer and having a little six year old in tow sure didn’t allow for that to happen, so the level of crankiness and depression just increased as the day went on and until I was able to shake the feeling.

I couldn’t understand why I was affected like this. I’ve travelled pleanty of times in the past for both work and leisure, but what made this time different? And then it hit me. This time I felt like I escaped reality as I totally threw myself into this vacation and I made sure that I experienced everything I possibly could. I was swallowed up my the culture, the food, the scenery. I totally let myself go made sure to let go of my old life, just for a while. Well this had consequences, let me tell you. It made coming home that much more difficult, to the point of crying.

I’m sure that by now you can guess that this vacation was awesome. The Amalfi Coast I find has regenerating qualities. Why else would Liz from Eat, Pray, Love and the women from Enchanted April go there to heal and discover themselves? I felt that I healed and a lot of my wounds are almost gone. I ate. Boy did I ever eat. And I rested. There is something about the combination of sea and mountains at the same place which is comforting. Despite the steep roads and neverending stairs, there is a relaxing, soothing atmosphere about this place. Life is precious here, and the locals know this.

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Then the couple of days in Rome brought me to the busy metropolitan way of life, like back home. It was difficult to get used to business but I made sure to concentrate on what was in front of me. It was beautiful, but Paris won my heart. The contrast to the way of life in Rome was extremely noticeable. Paris….what can I say about Paris. There are no words to describe Paris. It is a city of beauty, love and enchantment. I finally understand why people have fallen in love with Paris. Even though it’s a major city, it has a small town feel to it. Like Amalfi, I found that it wasn’t hectic. All I can say is that Paris just felt right.

I had the opportunity to see family at the end of my trip, and it made for a nice finally. I haven’t seen them in over ten years. I find it fascinating how so much time can go by, yet it can also feel like no time has passed as well.

Sorry if this post was a bit of a downer, but at this time, I’m still struggling to recover from this amazing time. I question why life is the way it is, and how I can provide for more opportunities like this for my daughter and me.

Paris anyone?

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I’m Back!!!!!!!!

Hey Everyone

I apologize for not being in touch much, but the Internet situation wasn’t as I hoped it would be. Many places didn’t have Internet at all, and those that did weren’t very reliable. But that’s ok. I had fun regardless.

Well I’m back in sunny Toronto and I have to say that I’m exhausted. I was up at 5:30am this morning despite trying to sleep in. Busy day ahead of me – unpacking, cleaning and running errands.

Does this ever happen to you? After you have been away for some time, it feels strange to be home? That being away has become the norm. It happens to me all the time, but sometimes the feeling is stronger than other times.

This trip made me realize that the world has so much to offer, and I wonder why some people don’t want to be a part of it? The contrast in the lifestyles of the people living in different parts of Italy was an experience to remember. And then, the week that my daughter was with her dad visiting his extended family, I had the opportunity to visit Paris. What a beautiful city.

Over the next few days i want to share with you what has touched and moved me.

Break over, back to cleaning up I go!! Whistle while you work – do do do do do do do…….

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Cliffs and Driving

“Frances: Do traffic lights mean anything around here?
Marcello: Sure. Green light – avanti, avanti. Yellow light –
decoration.
Frances: What about red light?
Marcello: Just a suggestion.” ~ Under the Tuscan Sun

Italy is such a beautifully gorgeous place. It’s full of history, and the mixture of new and old is mind blowing. I can honestly say that this trip and the experiences I have had have been life changing.

I am intoxicated with the beauty, the people, the culture, the food (omg, the food!) and yes, the driving. The driving has been particularly fun. I have always been confident in my driving abilities despite being directionally challenged, but I must admit I was a bit nervous at the idea of driving in Italy. I’ve been here a few times before when I was younger but I never had to drive. There was always someone else to do it. As I don’t know how to drive a manual transmission, I had to hunt down an automatic car which would hold three adults, a child and all the accompanying luggage.

And so I was able to rent a Nissan Micra. The rental company stated that it would hold two large luggages and three medium ones. I thought it would be plenty of room, since we would be carrying with us two large and two medium which meant room for back packs in the trunk. Little did I know the car would be as small as a Yaris, and the symbol which I understood to be for the medium luggage was actually for bags. We had to place a luggage in the back seat with my mom and daughter. This would make for an interesting trip, that’s for sure.

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The size of the car ended up being a blessing! Most of the 280 km trek from Rome to Amalfi was mostly uneventful – sure some of the drivers didn’t seem to know how to stay in one lane and would straddle two but I knew this already. The scenery was gorgeous, but being the person that was driving, I didn’t get to appreciate it as much as I would have liked to. But when we got onto Strada Statale Amalfitana – the road that takes you to the coastal towns of Amalfi, oh boy was I ever in for a surprise…

I saw a sign that warned of winding roads ahead but I didn’t expect the curves to be on average between thirty and fifty degrees! And I certainly wasn’t prepared for it to last for at least twenty km until we arrived in Amalfi.

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The drive was intense. I was white knuckled the entire time. I was driving on a very narrow road which barely had enough room for two cars – me and opposing traffic, let alone room for the cars which would park on each side. To my right I had the mountain and to my left I had a steep decline to the sea. I felt like I was driving on a cliff.

But that wasn’t the worst of it. Shortly into driving the winding roads, I turn a steep corner around the mountain, and I encounter this:

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Head on.

A big honkin’ bus was coming head on towards my little Micra. And it really was honking – for me to get out of the way! I slam on the brakes and think, now what do I do? Where the heck do i go? There is nowhere to go! I don’t know if sweating buckets because of fear, but I think I wet myself a bit then. And all the while I tried to remain calm because of my passengers with me, to keep them calm. Lord help me!

Luckily, a man walking along the road – and yes, I had to be careful for pedestrians too (crazy people) helped me reverse to let the bus through. I thought for sure I was going to end up reversing off the cliff.

After that experience, and driving nineteen km more to get to the hotel, I felt like an expert. No longer was I afraid to squeeze in close next to the other cars. Even to the point that a hair could get caught between us. Five days later, driving back to Rome was easy. The encounter with another bus was a piece of cake.

As the saying goes….when in Rome……

Lost in Action in Italy

Hey everyone! I just wanted to let you know that I haven’t fallen off the face off the earth. It’s just that I’m in the Amalfi Coast in Italy and the apartment I’m staying at doesn’t have internet. I finally found a little bar that has wi-fi.

So much to share with you – the gorgeous beaches, the winding roads, the food and the driving experiences. Did I mention the food? Haha

Sorry, no pictures right now. I’m still trying to figure out how to upload them onto the blog from the iPad.

Will share more soon. Have to go and stroll onto the cobbled stone streets. Just finished my espresso.

Ciao! A presto!

Hospitals and Lessons Learned

“Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.”  ~ Mary Oliver

( Note: In order to protect my daughter’s privacy, and of those involved in the incident, I will share only what I believe I can)

A few years ago I worked for an amazing company called RL Solutions.  I really enjoyed working there because I finally felt that I was making a good contribution to society.  This company created software to make health care safer.  During my tenure there, I became very knowledgeable about the cogwheels of health care, specifically what would happen in hospitals.  I learned very quickly to ask many questions and take responsibility for the health care I received and especially that of my.

Tie this knowledge with being highly intuitive, and I quickly figured out why last Friday I was feeling out of sorts.  You see, last Friday my daughter had to visit the local children’s hospital for an MRI.  She attempted to have one the week before and it didn’t work.  She was too scared.  My daughter isn’t scared of anything, especially hospitals and doctors as she was exposed to them since she was born as my Dad was in and out of hospitals all the time until he passed away a couple of years ago.  And having this procedure done at a children’s hospital, they understood these sorts of things and recommended that she return and this time have sedation.  Let me note that this hospital is a world renown hospital, and the service we received the first time was absolutely wonderful.  They were very comforting and catered to my daughter, made her feel very important and they were amazing at calming her anxiety.

So this past Friday I woke up with a knot in my stomach.  I couldn’t understand why I was feeling this way – like as if something bad was going to happen.  My mind wasn’t worried about the appointment, but my gutt was.  My daughter knew we were going to the hospital, but something just wasn’t right.  I just couldn’t shake the feeling that I had, and it was beginning to worry me.

We arrived at the hospital to for the MRI with sedation.  We checked in and everything seemed to be going smoothly as it did last time.  What was different was that she had to be screened for the drug, which is understandable.  And then things started falling apart.  The process wasn’t the same as what was described to me at time of booking.  I started to wonder what was going on. The prior week, her test took place within minutes of arriving, whereas this time an hour and a half had passed and the IV line wasn’t inserted, let alone the medication being administered. Other patients who arrived long after we did came and went, and we continued waiting.  Then, the radiologist arrived to collect us, and brought us into the MRI room and wanted my daughter to lay down.  My daughter freaked out, and was shaking with fear.  At one point she bolted to the door.  I turned to the radiologist and advised that she was to receive sedation, and he explained that she would not be receiving sedation, as there is no one in the hospital to prescribe it.  I explained that the purpose of us being here today was to receive the sedation, or else it would be a repeat of the week before, and that it didn’t make sense.  We went back and forth like this for a while and then I demanded to speak with a supervisor.

I waited for another half hour to speak with someone.  I proceeded to the reception desk, and only then did someone approach me.  The drug was giving to my daughter and within ten minutes of it being administered, they wanted to proceed with the test.  I’m not a clinician, but I know that an orally ingested drug normally requires at least half an hour to take effect.  My daughter at this point was so tight with anxiety that she wouldn’t allow anyone to go near her.  The end result, my daughter didn’t do the test.  No surprise here. And the drug took effect while we were on our way home.

So over the weekend I debated as to whether or not I should contact the hospital’s patient relations department over this.  In the end I did.  I’m glad that I did because I learned a lot from this incident.  Where I believed that there was a breakdown in communication at the hospital, was completely far from the truth.  What was discovered was that the radiologist was uncomfortable in prescribing the drug, and therefore was delaying the test from taking place.  The nurses could not do anything until they received the go ahead from him.  And we were left in the dark, waiting.  Nothing was ever communicated to us.  So now, once again we must return there, and I’m not sure how to do this.  My daughter is adamant about not stepping foot in a hospital again.  Heck, yesterday she wouldn’t even sit in the dentist chair, and she never had a problem going to the dentist.  This incident has certainly created ripple effects.

These are some of the things I learned from this incident:

  1. You MUST take control of your own health.  We are all human, and therefore mistakes will happen.  Doctors, nurses or anyone that works in health care are not immune to mistakes.
  2. Always look at who else is involved in with what you’re doing.  If you don’t feel comfortable doing something, communicate with others and come up with an alternative plan.  As a result of the radiologist not doing his job, my daughter was traumatized, and now many more complicated steps are required in order for her next appointment to take place.
  3. There are always consequences to actions or inactions.  Consider them before doing anything and then proceed with care.  Again, because of this incident, many people have had to get involved now.  Also, this was a time sensitive test, which the radiologist may or may had not known.  I am praying that there will not be any adverse consequences because now there is a long delay to her next test. Had he had thought of this, maybe this would not have happened.   This is a hospital after all, and she is having a test for a reason.
  4. Advocate for yourself.  You deserve the best because you matter.  If you see that someone cannot advocate for themselves, step in.  Everyone is important.

Of course these lessons are not limited to health care.  They apply to all areas of life.  I struggled with whether or not I should share them with you, but I felt that I needed to, because I care about you.  Not that I have any enemies, but if I did, I wouldn’t wish this upon them.  No one should experience this.  In a nutshell, don’t remain silent and accept things the way they are.  Speak up.  You matter.