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  • Day228

    What's in a knee?

    April 26, 2018 in Canada ⋅ 🌧 7 °C

    Background---my right knee is janky. Started really bad last year. Would lock up, not bend fully, feel unstable. In light of that, I decided to take a job hiking alone, through the woods of northern Idaho, setting up hair snaring stations to lure grizzly bears in. Turns out, hiking up and down mountains all day did not cure my knee. So, figured something was really wrong. It has become more and more annoying so I decided to see about fixing it. An MRI showed a potential loose body hanging out in the middle of my knee. When I was in BC, an orthopedic surgeon recommended surgery but I didn't have time before moving to Igloolik. When I was in Montreal earlier this month, I did a consult with another surgeon who recommended the same thing. Fast forward to this week.....plan, fly down to Montreal, have surgery next day, fly back following day.

    My knee surgery was done under local anesthetic. In principle, I love this idea because general anesthesia makes me nauseous and there is, of course, increased risk of, you know, dying. In practice, however, local anesthesia sucks.....

    ...walk in, climb on the OR table, watch them scrub me, take out the 1 inch diameter knitting needle length cannulas they're going to stab in my knee. Yeah, no thanks. I really wanted to provide a suggestion of some noise-cancelling headphones that their patients could wear to help pretend they are anywhere but in a damn freezing-ass OR getting mutilated.

    Turns out, I don't care for I get older, I am worse. I'm also worse after taking blood from so many animals. Don't know why...just don't care for it. (that's code for: I'm a big baby and avoid needles.)

    This particular surgeon was very keen on explaining every detail, which, again, I appreciate in theory...but in practice......less so.

    He tells me they are going to freeze the area where the cannulas go in. I ask what the freezing agent is. He says, "Lidocaine". I go, "that's not freezing, that's the BURNING numbing medicine. No, no, do not care for Lidocaine!" I had to inject lidocaine into the vulvas of pregnant cows as a numbing agent prior to sewing on a transmitter that would alert us via wireless receiver and cell phone when mama was having her calf. Cows don't like Lidocaine. So Jasmine doesn't like Lidocaine. Apparently, however, in my case, there is no choice. Lidocaine is going in. The doc says it's going to burn. No shit. That's why I said, 'no thanks' but no one cares. It did burn. I did not care for it. Next he says it will be numbing agent in the joint itself so it's going to be a bit longer needle (now, why in the world is the length of the needle relevant for a patient to know---is he just 'needling' us??) and that I would feel a lot of pressure as the joint filled up with drug. He says, and I quote, "You will not like this." I find when a surgeon or doctor says you will not like something that means you are gonna hate it. Super. He was right. I'm pretty sure he overfillled my knee. After overfilling my knee, he says, "Okay, now I'm going to bend it". I laughed. Felt like it was going to rupture like sausage in a tight casing being bent backwards.

    I can feel his hands on my knee palpating around. I felt the need to ask, "Um, it's okay that I can still feel your hands all over my knee right?" He laughed and explained that the local anesthetic was extremely local and it was just in the spots where they'd be cutting and inserting the cannulas. I thought, "What if he gets the trajectory of the cannula wrong and gets off into 'live nerve' tissue?" I suggested, "You know, it's cool---I was thinking we could just numb the whole a femoral nerve block right up here at the hip...just to be sure."

    It was at that point I decided that my knee doesn't bother me that much after all. I can live with the locking, not bending, sliding, grinding pain. I was making deals with the devil in order to eek off that OR table. Where is some damn soothing meditation music?! I am too big a weenie for this! The devil deals didn't work, my knee felt like it was going to burst, and I just laid there making a pitiful "this hurts" face.

    I decided that I didn't want to watch the procedure on the screen that they turned toward me so both myself and surgeon could see what was happening. You see, my brain is a smart little cookie. It says, "I know that you're numb and all, but I can see giant rods digging around in your/my body and that is not right. (My brain has a real moral code on right and wrong regarding its body) In protest, my brain decides that Jasmine will simply vomit and then go 'byyyyeeeee'". Rather than face the situation like a hero, my brain makes me want to vomit and pass out. Even during things as innocuous as a pap smear, my brain says, "Oh no sir-reee Bob. No one is supposed to be up there smarming around with a Q-tip. I'll show those interlopers." And by show them, I mean to say my brain tries to make me unconscious. Like a said, a real fighter.

    Anyway, after some time, the doc says, "wanna see"? And I do. So I eek one eye open and see my ACL on the screen...and I'm hooked. So cool. I realize that I can only open my left eye because if I open my right eye, I can see the doc working those knitting needle cannulas like he's tossing a salad. Not gonna work for me.....dissociation requires that I do not see that. So, I focus on the screen and enjoy the show. The doc walks me through all the parts and I see the meniscus, the cartilage, the ACL graft, and the kneecap (Which he noted looked amazing---"thanks" I said cause I really take care of my kneecaps). Then, he showed me the reason we were all there. There in the middle of my knee joint was a ball of bone that looked to be the size of a jawbreaker because of the magnification. It was taking up the entirety, it seemed, of the femoral notch space. The doc said, "Wow, that's big! Bigger than I expected" and for some reason I was proud. It was like my knee was a rock tumbler and I'd produced this beautiful calcium sphere over years and years.

    Then, without warning, the doc began cutting and whirring away in my knee. Time to vomit said brain! I didn't vomit, but I quickly closed my eyes and pretended I didn't hear the whirring sound. Doc explained he was removing some fat and such around the loose body so he could take it out. He explained it was like a piece of wet soap in the bottom of the bathtub. Easy to grab, but easy too to squirt out of your hands. He wanted to make sure he got a good grip on it. That's when I heard his little tools trying to clamp it. Like little metal alligator mouth chomping. I went back into my head and tried not to hear it.

    Soon after, it was all done and the doc was apologizing that he'd had to open my incision up a little more to take my bone piece out. As soon as I could, I sat up to see the offending piece of bone. It was the size of a small marble. I could not believe that thing was in my knee. Very vindicating in a way---makes a lot of sense why things were not working properly. I don't believe knee joints are designed to hold our rock collections.

    They had me walk off the OR table, go dress myself, and walk out of the clinic. Badda boom badda bing. Full weight bearing. Nothing to heal in the knee itself except the two stab wounds to insert the cannulas. Once swelling goes down, I will hopefully have a much more functional knee!
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  • Day10

    Oratoire du Saint Joseph (Montreal)

    August 7, 2018 in Canada ⋅ ⛅ 26 °C

    Und weiter geht es zum Sant Josephs Oratorium, dem größten Sakralbau Kanadas und drittgrößtem Oratorium weltweit. Hierher pilgern jedes Jahr mehr als 2 Mio. Gläubige. D
    Das Oratorium thront auf dem höchsten Punkt der Stadt und ist über etliche Stufen zu erreichen. In den Gärten ist der Kreuzweg in naturgetreuem Maßstab nachgebildet. Und die Orgel ist eine der 10 bedeutendsten Orgeln der Welt.

    Ein wirklich beeindruckender Bau.
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  • Day3

    St. Joseph's Oratory

    May 28, 2017 in Canada ⋅ ⛅ 24 °C

    Holy crap! Wow! Geez! We saw a stunning view of the city from here, thank goodness with the help of escalators as we were tired puppies. Lit another candle here, as we had at the Bascillica, and were surprised to find an electronic version. It was a pretty pink "candle" though. After ample appreciation, we continued in search of tam tams.Read more

  • Day5

    Fireworks Festival Finale

    July 30, 2016 in Canada ⋅ 🌙 18 °C

    After a 90 minute wait on the waterfront, the half hour fireworks display was worth the wait. A spectacular view over the bridge and the temperature was still over 20 degrees. We walked the hour back to the hotel, taking the chance to see some of the Montreal nightlife, and an unbelievable amount of traffic. Plans for hiking up Mont Royal feet ache just thinking of it.Read more

  • Day6

    Mont Royal and the Beluga Whale

    July 31, 2016 in Canada ⋅ ⛅ 27 °C

    After regaining our composure following the climb, we took in the view over the city from the Kondiaronk platform and enjoyed a walk through the park, which seemed a world away from the hustle and heat of Montreal. The cross of Montreal, standing 40m high on the Mont, sounds religious but looked more Vegas...nonetheless impressive though. Coming down the Mont was definitely easier than going up! We had a well deserved cafe stop at the bottom, for frozen lemonade and to plan the rest of the day. The Redpath Museum at McGill University promised dinosaurs, so we put on our stout walking feet and headed out. The fossils there were brilliant, including a triceratops called Sara and, Ben's favourite, a beluga whale, amongst many many others. We then hoped to watch Antigang as part of the Fantasia Film Festival but the 400-ish people queuing in blazing sun disappointed us. So, instead, we headed to the Fine Arts Museum where we saw, amongst other things, Napoleon's hat! For dinner, we took advantage of the Sunday offer at 3 Amigos of just 89 cents a taco, before retiring to the hotel for a pit stop. Now resting up before an evening of Shakespeare and film noir.Read more

  • Day9

    Church Hopping and visiting Vieux Port

    September 28, 2017 in Canada ⋅ ⛅ 13 °C

    Today we started off with a savoury/sweet breakfast at Paris Crépe, just a couple of minutes' walk away from our accommodation.

    Then we headed off to visit L'Oratoire Saint-Joseph du Mount thru a cab service. We were walking down the street when a taxi passed us by. We had a lovely chat with the driver who originally came from Africa.

    When we got there, our driver kindly drove us up to the entrance section, otherwise we would have had to climb up a couple of flights of stairs. Inside, we had to pass by two floors (by way of escalators) to get to the main hall, one of which led to a museum; the other featured a shop. The Basilica was the highest ceiling I have ever laid my eyes on. There was grandeur in every angle. At the back of the altar we visited the Blessed Sacrament, and its golden walls and domed roof was a peaceful aide to some deep prayer time, which we allowed ourselves to be immersed in and help with our meditation. As we were about to make our way to the exit, we saw a passageway that led to the Crypt Church, a votive chapel (that contained 10000 candles), and the tomb of Frére André, recently canonised into Sainthood, was also housed there, which made our visit even more special.

    Then we made our way to the Basilica de Notré Dame. What a magnificent splendour indeed! The Gothic Revival style carvings and decour were resplendent and detailed, the stained glass art were mystical. It was a beautiful reminder of the talents of that era. Heaps of tourists in this place, and luckily we managed to get in just before closing time. We had to pay a minimal mandatory fee. Later on we saw some scaffolding on the sides that indicate that the fees are truly allocated for the upkeep of this National Heritage.

    Then we made our way towards the Old Port (we got lost but backtracked our way and got there in the end). There was a cruise ship docked in Alexandra Berth, and we saw some tourists enjoying the afternoon. To our delight, we saw another "Canada 150" signage installed just across Montreal Science Centre. Of course we had our obligatory selfies there, and we also got to meet an immigrant Filipina visiting the area.

    My mom's third degree relative, Tess, then met us at a nearby shabby-chic bistro called Le Magasin Général du Vieux-Montréal. After more than three decades, they have finally been reunited once more. They reminisced with utter joy, and tried to update each other of their loved ones and people that they know. Meanwhile the bistro's strawberry chai tea and rustic pizzas were quite scrumptious.

    Mom's cousin then walked us around Old Montréal's cobblestone streets, leading us to the city hall, Marché Bonsecours and then to Notré Dame Chapélle. The walk made us feel like we were in Europe. My sister and I wished it rained prior as it would have made the streets more picturesque. We enjoyed the laid back atmosphere, and there were plenty of tourists enjoying the food and the vibe of the area.

    We took a cab back to our accommodation, fully satisfied with our spiritual and cultural experiences for the day.
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Westmount, ويسماونت, Уестмаунт, وستمونت، کبک, ウエストマウント, Уэстмаунт, Вестмаунт

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