As I sheepishly peek around the corner . . .

It occurred to me that my endeavour to journal my adventure as an amputee has come to a grinding halt since, oh, what? the 4th of August or so, sigh I never expected everything to just overwhelm me and I am not sure that overwhelm is the word that I am looking for but there came a moment when I just didnt care to record anymore. It was like having the realization that this was permanent, no seriously, I may have THOUGHT I knew it was permanent but somehow I found myself still holding onto that final shred of hope that somehow, someway, my leg and foot would grow back . . . . sniff. . . . . NOT!!! lmfbao ;-P but really seriously, lol, it was like I wasnt even aware that I had that secret hope, you know what I mean? It's hard to explain. Maybe I just couldnt admit to myself that I would even harbour a hope like that, hmmm? Regardless, alot has happened since the 4th of August and I am not sure that I can do it justice this late after the fact. There are a few key moments though that I would like to specifically write about and I am able to do so because believe it or not, I kept up my written journal at least till I got home from the Glenrose. Perhaps that contributed to my lack of enthusiasm to blog. This wouldn't surprise me in the least. It has been a whirlwind since the beginning of August. Notwithstanding the rush to "fit" me with not just my temporary prosthesis but my first permanent one. I was so excited that I didnt really have time to think about things or feel sorry for myself. Looking back on it now, they probably did some of the things they did for exactly that reason, so I wouldn't have the time to think the negative thoughts that can so easily bring a person down. So one would think that sending me home so quickly with a bout of confidence would be a good thing right? Well I thought so too but that's not what happened.
My schedule at the Glenrose was pretty busy during the month of August especially during the week, as I had several hours a day of physio and/or information classes and I filled my "spare" hours with swimming and wheeling myself all over hell's half acre lol I could hardly stand to be cooped up and I am sure my many visitors were sometimes a bit miffed at not finding me in my room but really, if anyone really knows me, why would they expect me to be holed up in my room huh? Anyway, I hope that everyone understands that my not being in my room wasnt personal and in no way was representative of my level of gratitude for the company. Those who managed to locate me will recall that I often suggested that we go outside or do something to amuse ourselves. One other detail of note in the month of August was my rescheduled appointments at the pain clinic in the University of Alberta hospital. My 1st appointment was on the 9th with the pain doctor from the clinic. He was very nice, put me at ease and was quite interested in my tincture recipe. He told me that he was recommending that I see the psychiatrist  and that they agree to fill out my medical marijuana application. Yay! Next, I saw the psychiatrist on the 24th and again the doctor was very thorough and very nice. Interested in my theories and my organization with my tincture making and my baking. I think he was impressed that I could tell him, to the best of my ability, how strong the dosages were in the tinctures, cookies and brownies etc that I make. I just explained how I thought it important to be aware of how much marijuana you were using. Anyway, he also approved of my application and said that now the recommendation would go to Dr. Sanderman's office and they would get in touch with me to come in with my forms for him to actually fill out. I was skeptical even at this point but this doc said his office would contact me probably within 2 weeks. Well I don't even think it was that long before they called and gave me an appointment for 2 weeks later, reminding me to bring any forms I wished filled out. I went to that appointment on the 15th of September and I met an extraordinary doctor who candidly talked about Marijuana and its endless properties while he filled out my extensive forms in front of me. Then he asked me for my photos. "Photos?" I said and he told me that I needed passport photos to send in that he had to sign. I told him that I didn't have them and he said that if I wanted to go get some and bring them back, he would sign them right there and that is exactly what happened and I sent my completed medical marijuana application into health canada on September 19th, 2011. Life went on and I will touch on the highlights of that time period in my next blog but let's skip ahead for now to 29th of November, I realized that I had not heard from Health Canada, not even an acknowledgement that they had even received my application. One would think that being such an elite membership with such stringent application requirements, that the government could at least do that. So, I phoned them and spoke to a live body who took my name and assured me that someone would  get back to me within 10 business days {December 13, 2011} I really thought that I would be lucky to hear from them by that date and was prepared to call them back on the 14th lol well, lo and behold on December 7th at around 10:30 pm my boyfriend comes into my apartment with a gray 8 1/2 x 11 envelope that came via courier from Health Canada. Guess what it was?

Yes, I must keep this document with me at all times until my wallet size identification card comes with my picture on it. This came with a crapload of other paperwork informing me of what this document did and did not mean in terms of what I can and cannot do, all very reasonable, I might add. But I can honestly say this is a milestone day for the crusades of Kismet and I am very pleased, peace