Remembering for some reason the time I broke my knee quite badly in a cycling accident and in the ambulance they were like “do you want some good pain meds” and I was like, “no thank you, because they might compromise my decision-making skills at the hospital”
But then, because my knee LOOKED fine from the outside (I didn’t even rip my pants), I had to wait in the ER for like 8 hours. By the time I saw a doctor, I’d convinced myself it was a sprain and was texting my coworker to let them know I’d be fine to open the store the next day
Then the doctor was like “haha well you’ve fractured your tibial plateau and you need a bone graft and a plate ok they’re gonna take you upstairs now goodbye!!!” Then I had to wait three days for surgery because it wasn’t emergency-emergency. BUT they finally gave me pain meds
Which, as it turned out, didn’t make me unable to not make good choices, so it was fine. Anyway the moral of the story is, take the good meds the first time they’re offered to you, because who knows when they’ll be offered next.
Also I will never forget the very nice anaesthesiologist who put me under. He asked me what my favourite wine was, I said “wolf blass yellow label” because I was in a Timothy Findley phase, he gave me a shot and said “you are drinking the best glass of wolf blass you’ve ever had”
(He could tell I was very freaked out and him being funny about it definitely relaxed me)
And that’s the story of how I have a piece of a dead person’s bone in my left knee
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I believe in ghosts because I cohabitated with some kind of supernatural entity back when I was 19 and even though I know it is absolutely not in line with science at all, it was still extremely real. A story!
Back in the early aughts, I lived a flat on Pepperell St in Halifax with two friends, near the bread factory and around the corner from Freeman’s. You could still smoke indoors back then and we would stay up all night studying at Freeman’s, chain smoking and drinking black coffee
We had the upstairs of an old two-storey house, built sometime pre-WWI. It was close enough to the university that there were lots of students around, but far enough that some of the surrounding houses were family situations. I had a female roommate (K) and a male roommate (I)
I think everyone should keep a few haunted objects around just to stay on their toes. Some of my favs are: weird Portuguese doll, découpaged nightmare walnut plate, (fake) skull and antlers, spooky painting of a lady in blue
The first three are from Value Village, the last one was from a friend who was downsizing. When I bought the skull at Value Village, the cashier was so horrified by it that she refused to touch it (even though I told her it was fake!!)
A little haunting is bracing for the spirit, like when victorians took cold baths or whatever