I'm sure that my 2-6 readers know what has been happening , especially the local ones. Hell, even if you're not local, the internet is a wonderful/horrible thing .
Towards the end of May 2025, I started feeling like I was getting the flu. I thought nothing of it , after all, who's afraid of the flu ? But then I developed a giant coldsore on my face , the first one ever in my life, so I decided to go to an Urgent Care Centre . They gave me a req for blood work , which I got done, and they called me immediately the next day . Never a good sign .
I went in to see the doctor , and he immediately starts drop the " L-Bomb" on me . What the fuck is this ? He could have broken it to me gently, the awkward fuck . He told me he'd refer me to a hematologist , who would then get me a bed at the Royal Jubilee Hospital , and then I'd get shipped to Vancouver . Simple as that . Infuckingcorrect . It's not 1950. They wanted me to leave on the Friday , but I wasn't just going to leave my kids like that , so I said Monday . Once I said a very tearful goodbye to my son , I went to the RJH the next day . They barely had a fucking clue , and the doc told me I should consider driving myself to Vancouver General Hospital. What the fuck is this ? I was already weak and lightheaded , and what happens if I get there and there are no beds ? Luckily , my sister was with me and knows how to navigate this maze of shit . She got them to call Vancouver , and they said to go home and wait for a call. The call came within the hour , and me and sis were on our way to Vancouver , which I thought was going to be about a month or so . Wrong again , asshole .
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