While we were away I really enjoyed the flowers, and shrubbery- it was a feast for the eyes!
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Things that speak of the splendor of God
While we were away I really enjoyed the flowers, and shrubbery- it was a feast for the eyes!
The Make over
My husband and I have been talking about sprucing up this one little corner of our place, the area that is our guest "room." I'm sort of excited about the result of our make over so far! We spruced it up some things we recently found along the way in our travels!
Before
And after!
Well, you may think- "Umm, actually, I really like the brown plaid couch better." Well, while I realize that brown is really "in" in Canada right now, uh, well, everything here is brown or grey outside right now, so why add to the depressive colour scheme by our own choice? (when we bought it it was supposed to be blue) ....
I intentionally posted these house make over pictures just after the flower pictures. The reason being that both sets express creativity. The first, God's handiwork, the second, a creative project of ours. I love the idea that when we are being creative, we are simply reflecting the fact that we are made in the image of God. He is creative, (flowers, trees, animals, the universe, people) we are made in His image, and therefore we also have that characteristic. (we decorate, write, draw, write music etc) We are simply reflecting Him. Our ability to be creative is a gift from Him, but it's extra special because we not only have this wonderful gift but we are also reflecting the giver when we use the gift.
I got so much satisfaction and joy out of simply creating a new look for that couch. My mind can only conceive of a fraction of the joy and satisfaction that God must derive from all of His creative projects!
Humans can make some really cool stuff. But His work blows our away everytime!!(Of course anything we make, is actually made up of things that He has created first, and He gives us the capacity in the first place to even have a remotely creative thought!) In a nutshell, I think the idea that my creativity is a reflection of the Creator of the universe is incredibly wild, and beyond cool at the same time.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
What is this? DeGrassi Junior High?
Do you ever have those moments that bring back those insecure feelings from Junior high school?
The other day I was sitting at the back of my class. My friend didn't come that day, so I was the only one back there. There were a smattering of other students from various countries there....amongst them - 4 Russian girls. They just transfered into our class, and are quite good with the language- and are eager beavers to say the least. They like to be the first to answer the questions, and are good at reading, will correct you if you give the wrong answer etc.
For me, it was one of my first days back at school after being away for quite some time, so I was just getting back in the swing of things. Feeling rusty.
I was sitting with my head in my hand staring at my book...the teacher was saying "waw waw waw waw waw" (think Charlie Brown- that is literally how it sounds to me- 60% of the time I have no idea what they are saying. If I don't pay attention it sounds like that 80% if the time.)
After a few minutes it dawned on me that I was hearing "Waw waw pause" ....."Waw waw pause".... "Waw waw? pause" .... I realized that the teacher was talking to someone in the class and they weren't responding. Upon lifting my head I realized it was me. If it were in english it would have sounded like this " Stella...", "Stella", ....."Stella?" which makes no sense right? Yeah, cuz my name is not Stella. So, understandably I was a little confused....who is Stella? Is that the name of one of the people in the dialogue? Or does she think I'm Stella? So, in my flustered state,I fumbled through explaining that my name is not Stella, my name is actually blah blah blah.... etc..." I don't think the teacher understood me as she just moved on to asking someone else to read the dialogue and didn't ask me to read anything else after that. Which was ok with me actually, but what bothered me was that the Russian girls laughed at me. And I felt a sting of that kind of embarrassment that you become well acquanted with in Junior High School, but rarely experience after that time. I don't think they were trying to be mean, I think it was actually a funny moment- if you weren't the person being called Stella...
I realized from this event that it doesn't take much to bias you against people. Really. I felt a touch of distaste for the eager beavers after that. Most likely that distaste is based on a misperception. Regardless though, I decided I'm going to make a move to be friendly and choose to be gracious. Forgive it, move on, reach out. I know it sounds like a petty little thing-....but even the little things can cause rifts. I know that I have the capacity to let that tiny bit of embarrassment cause me to be just a little bit less friendly, to be a little less warm...and to be truthful, they probably wouldn't care. But I would know it. And God would know it. And my heart would be a little colder for it. And really, isn't life too short for that? After all, I'm really not in junior high anymore.
The other day I was sitting at the back of my class. My friend didn't come that day, so I was the only one back there. There were a smattering of other students from various countries there....amongst them - 4 Russian girls. They just transfered into our class, and are quite good with the language- and are eager beavers to say the least. They like to be the first to answer the questions, and are good at reading, will correct you if you give the wrong answer etc.
For me, it was one of my first days back at school after being away for quite some time, so I was just getting back in the swing of things. Feeling rusty.
I was sitting with my head in my hand staring at my book...the teacher was saying "waw waw waw waw waw" (think Charlie Brown- that is literally how it sounds to me- 60% of the time I have no idea what they are saying. If I don't pay attention it sounds like that 80% if the time.)
After a few minutes it dawned on me that I was hearing "Waw waw pause" ....."Waw waw pause".... "Waw waw? pause" .... I realized that the teacher was talking to someone in the class and they weren't responding. Upon lifting my head I realized it was me. If it were in english it would have sounded like this " Stella...", "Stella", ....."Stella?" which makes no sense right? Yeah, cuz my name is not Stella. So, understandably I was a little confused....who is Stella? Is that the name of one of the people in the dialogue? Or does she think I'm Stella? So, in my flustered state,I fumbled through explaining that my name is not Stella, my name is actually blah blah blah.... etc..." I don't think the teacher understood me as she just moved on to asking someone else to read the dialogue and didn't ask me to read anything else after that. Which was ok with me actually, but what bothered me was that the Russian girls laughed at me. And I felt a sting of that kind of embarrassment that you become well acquanted with in Junior High School, but rarely experience after that time. I don't think they were trying to be mean, I think it was actually a funny moment- if you weren't the person being called Stella...
I realized from this event that it doesn't take much to bias you against people. Really. I felt a touch of distaste for the eager beavers after that. Most likely that distaste is based on a misperception. Regardless though, I decided I'm going to make a move to be friendly and choose to be gracious. Forgive it, move on, reach out. I know it sounds like a petty little thing-....but even the little things can cause rifts. I know that I have the capacity to let that tiny bit of embarrassment cause me to be just a little bit less friendly, to be a little less warm...and to be truthful, they probably wouldn't care. But I would know it. And God would know it. And my heart would be a little colder for it. And really, isn't life too short for that? After all, I'm really not in junior high anymore.
Monday, March 13, 2006
Remnants of March 8th - International Womans Day!
It must be noted that only one of these lily stalks was given me for International Womens Day. The other one that you see in the picture is a gift from my husband, for no reason in particular, which is also a great reason to get flowers.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Some time ago, I mentioned a few things that I was going to share about our time away that I haven't told you about yet. On the whole- it was very good. I can't possibly go into it all here. So, suffice it to say, it was good, we are glad we went. So, that is the overall synopsis... however I feel compelled to say that it was (as is painfully obvious from the previous posts) an unusual trip for us due to unusual mishaps minor and major.
Both my husband and I have traveled a fair amount, but this trip stood out in having an unusually high number of critter run-ins. As I've already mentioned- there was Buffy the vampire cat, and my husband's illness which may have be caused by something mosquito born (the jury is still out on that one.) Here is where I throw in a disclaimer.....disclaimer: I'm sharing about this due to the fact that it seemed unusual, so if you are given to a controlling fear and aversion to creepy crawly critters, then don't let this add fuel to a fear of travelling!
Ok then. When we arrived in our first local, it was a great place. A clean, bright place....but what I noticed upon inspection of the place was a HUGE spider....no......think biggger....... no think bigger....as it sat on the glass of our window the span from one side to the other was about 10 cm....or 4ish inches....neither of us were really scared of it but both of us wanted that thing out of our room! So, my husband was kind enough to somehow get it into a glass and take it outside.
The second thing that we discovered in that room was a thick trail of ants that went from the window in the bathroom along a ledge around the back wall behind the toilet and up over the doorframe. They disappeared into a hole in the doorframe. We didn't even attempt to get rid of them. There were thousands of them. They stuck to their little trail for the most part. And they would disappear during the hottest part of the day, then come back later. So we just ignored them.
The third thing in that place was the hardest to shrug off. I get the willies just thinking about it. One night, we turned out the lights and I flopped down on the pristinely made bed get some shut eye (it was too hot to go under the covers so I just lay down on top of the sheets without disturbing the covers. ) I was laying down for all of about 1 minute when I felt something prickle me. I shot around with a gasp to see what it was and saw this guy zipping away over the side of the bed. (click on it to see picture) Brrrrrrrr! I was out of that bed faster than lightening. (faster than the mouse incident in Winnipeg Karen D) We searched and destroyed that thing. Should have taken a picture of it. It was huge. (we were on ground floor by the way, and there was a huge crack at the bottom of our door, so I think that's where some of our little friends were coming in..)
Later, we went to a different place, no critter incidence. But the third place we went to we also had a night time visitor. There were a lot of little geckos around everywhere. They are these very nice little lizards that eat mosquitos. They don't hurt you or want anything to do with you. Generally they mind their own business. But we did have some in our room that would chirp at night. One night my husband was thrashing around in bed- one of them had fallen off the ceiling onto the foot of the bed in the middle of the night. That gecko will definately be more careful next time.
I can say, while being not super critter tolerant. We still had a very good time. Even with my husband's illness, he would still say it was a good trip.
Ok, gonna go relax now!
Both my husband and I have traveled a fair amount, but this trip stood out in having an unusually high number of critter run-ins. As I've already mentioned- there was Buffy the vampire cat, and my husband's illness which may have be caused by something mosquito born (the jury is still out on that one.) Here is where I throw in a disclaimer.....disclaimer: I'm sharing about this due to the fact that it seemed unusual, so if you are given to a controlling fear and aversion to creepy crawly critters, then don't let this add fuel to a fear of travelling!
Ok then. When we arrived in our first local, it was a great place. A clean, bright place....but what I noticed upon inspection of the place was a HUGE spider....no......think biggger....... no think bigger....as it sat on the glass of our window the span from one side to the other was about 10 cm....or 4ish inches....neither of us were really scared of it but both of us wanted that thing out of our room! So, my husband was kind enough to somehow get it into a glass and take it outside.
The second thing that we discovered in that room was a thick trail of ants that went from the window in the bathroom along a ledge around the back wall behind the toilet and up over the doorframe. They disappeared into a hole in the doorframe. We didn't even attempt to get rid of them. There were thousands of them. They stuck to their little trail for the most part. And they would disappear during the hottest part of the day, then come back later. So we just ignored them.
The third thing in that place was the hardest to shrug off. I get the willies just thinking about it. One night, we turned out the lights and I flopped down on the pristinely made bed get some shut eye (it was too hot to go under the covers so I just lay down on top of the sheets without disturbing the covers. ) I was laying down for all of about 1 minute when I felt something prickle me. I shot around with a gasp to see what it was and saw this guy zipping away over the side of the bed. (click on it to see picture) Brrrrrrrr! I was out of that bed faster than lightening. (faster than the mouse incident in Winnipeg Karen D) We searched and destroyed that thing. Should have taken a picture of it. It was huge. (we were on ground floor by the way, and there was a huge crack at the bottom of our door, so I think that's where some of our little friends were coming in..)
Later, we went to a different place, no critter incidence. But the third place we went to we also had a night time visitor. There were a lot of little geckos around everywhere. They are these very nice little lizards that eat mosquitos. They don't hurt you or want anything to do with you. Generally they mind their own business. But we did have some in our room that would chirp at night. One night my husband was thrashing around in bed- one of them had fallen off the ceiling onto the foot of the bed in the middle of the night. That gecko will definately be more careful next time.
I can say, while being not super critter tolerant. We still had a very good time. Even with my husband's illness, he would still say it was a good trip.
Ok, gonna go relax now!
Friday, March 10, 2006
Classic moments
Just a few odds n ends about things I've enjoyed recently .
I was thinking about this tonight that one of my favourite phrases that I've learned here is, "Hello little friend".... useful. I use it a lot. Since lots of kids stare at, approach , or yell HA-LOW! at me, it's nice to be able to say something to them. Also, lots of people with babies respond really warmly to me if I talk to their baby. So I say "Hello little friend" (usually with raised eyebrows and high pitched voice) and then the mom, dad or grandparent will say "Say hello to auntie!" (They call everybody auntie and uncle here)
A favourite moment the other day was riding my bike with a friend. We were coming home from something that we had been out doing and we happened upon a strawberry cart. That in itself was fun, but get this- the strawberries were $1.40 Cdn for 3 pounds. Amazing. Anway,as we were pulling away, I hear this commotion behind me, this girl laughing. She had walked into this massive pole, but wasn't hurt. I think she walked into it because she was staring at me. Ah, that gave me a chuckle.
Some friends of ours just had a baby. He's about 2 months old right now, I've seen him twice. Huge kiddo. (For here that is) I got to hold him for the first time this week. Oh it was fun! And for some reason he smiles for me. Apparently I'm the only person he's smiley with. I consider myself greatly blessed in this. Apparently I'm also the first person he's peed on. Can't say that that is such a blessing, but hey, I guess he's comfortable with me.
Wednesday was International Women's Day. I recieved a stem of stargazer lilies and a free dinner. Canadian women, I'm telling ya, we gotta get on this international women's day thing. Here there are big sales in stores, restaurants often offer deals, and some people get time off. Some Russian girls in my class said that Russians get a 3 day holiday. At least that's what I think they were saying. Why don't we do more?
Ok, well, I'm going to go now, I need to go do some baking, before it gets too late.
I was thinking about this tonight that one of my favourite phrases that I've learned here is, "Hello little friend".... useful. I use it a lot. Since lots of kids stare at, approach , or yell HA-LOW! at me, it's nice to be able to say something to them. Also, lots of people with babies respond really warmly to me if I talk to their baby. So I say "Hello little friend" (usually with raised eyebrows and high pitched voice) and then the mom, dad or grandparent will say "Say hello to auntie!" (They call everybody auntie and uncle here)
A favourite moment the other day was riding my bike with a friend. We were coming home from something that we had been out doing and we happened upon a strawberry cart. That in itself was fun, but get this- the strawberries were $1.40 Cdn for 3 pounds. Amazing. Anway,as we were pulling away, I hear this commotion behind me, this girl laughing. She had walked into this massive pole, but wasn't hurt. I think she walked into it because she was staring at me. Ah, that gave me a chuckle.
Some friends of ours just had a baby. He's about 2 months old right now, I've seen him twice. Huge kiddo. (For here that is) I got to hold him for the first time this week. Oh it was fun! And for some reason he smiles for me. Apparently I'm the only person he's smiley with. I consider myself greatly blessed in this. Apparently I'm also the first person he's peed on. Can't say that that is such a blessing, but hey, I guess he's comfortable with me.
Wednesday was International Women's Day. I recieved a stem of stargazer lilies and a free dinner. Canadian women, I'm telling ya, we gotta get on this international women's day thing. Here there are big sales in stores, restaurants often offer deals, and some people get time off. Some Russian girls in my class said that Russians get a 3 day holiday. At least that's what I think they were saying. Why don't we do more?
Ok, well, I'm going to go now, I need to go do some baking, before it gets too late.
Hubs health update
Friday night. At home for once. It was a full Looooong day. But a reasonably good one none the less.
My husband and I are going to watch an episode of Lost in a little while. To unwind. He is digging around right now for a "Big Turk" to eat for a treat. (That's a chocolate bar that is made of turkish delight. He likes that kind. It's an aquired taste.) He got some as a gift awhile ago and has been storing them away for times like this. Generally we've been watching what we eat, as he is still on the medication from his illness, and it raises his blood sugar levels so it's a bad idea to eat a lot of sugar right now.
As for his health, it's going ok. We've made to trips up to the big hospital about 3 hours away. He's being tapered off the meds, but last week had to raise the amount he was taking as it seemed to be a little too rapid for his body to respond rightly. So, he gets his blood checked again in a few days.
I asked him if he wanted to be a guest blogger to share some things about his experience. So, that may be an upcoming post!
My husband and I are going to watch an episode of Lost in a little while. To unwind. He is digging around right now for a "Big Turk" to eat for a treat. (That's a chocolate bar that is made of turkish delight. He likes that kind. It's an aquired taste.) He got some as a gift awhile ago and has been storing them away for times like this. Generally we've been watching what we eat, as he is still on the medication from his illness, and it raises his blood sugar levels so it's a bad idea to eat a lot of sugar right now.
As for his health, it's going ok. We've made to trips up to the big hospital about 3 hours away. He's being tapered off the meds, but last week had to raise the amount he was taking as it seemed to be a little too rapid for his body to respond rightly. So, he gets his blood checked again in a few days.
I asked him if he wanted to be a guest blogger to share some things about his experience. So, that may be an upcoming post!
Saturday, March 04, 2006
This guy didn't do so well during our time away
Yeah, when I bought him, he looked great. Green and tons of leaves. When we came back from our travels he was a brown scraggly mess, so I pruned him with high hopes that he would be on the mend and rebound. He's always been a fighter.
I think he needs a high dose of intense sun, but he just doesn't get that in our living room. Or maybe i've watered him too much since I came back- or not enough....
I think that I am almost ready to admit defeat. How I regret all those months of neglect that led into a lowered ability to survive while we were gone!
Joni Mitchell was right, you don't know what you've got til it's gone. I'll miss you hardy corner plant. Boo hoo.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
The Rest of the story
Ok, so sorry to leave you hanging there.
So, to set the stage- there we were ....just been transfered to what we now realized was a world class hospital (at least to me, having a Star Bucks ranks you up there....even though I hate coffee) and it was late, but my Dh was in good spirits, and so was I. I guess for both of us, by this point we were both feeling that God was in control. I had been much more fearful earlier just after getting the very low platlet result back, and in the crazy ambulance ride. In the midst of things I had had a talk with God and told Him that of course my hand was open and if He wanted to take my husband home, that was His decision, and I wouldn't be bitter....but I also asked Him to spare His life, to heal him, because I love him. After that, my husband and I had bit of a quiet talk together and after that although things were stressful....both of us had a calm sense of God's overarching sovereignty in the situation. That was comforting.
So, we had to wait for his test results til morning. There was a bed for me in his hospital room so that was great. (Except for the endless stream of people coming in and out giving him medicine etc. )
In the morning the test results came back- his platlets had gone from 2.5% to 10%....now 10% is not the best amount in the world, but at that point it was fantastic!! what it meant was that the medicine was working!! SOOOOOO, he didn't need a platlet transfusion! That was an amazing relief for both of us.
Later the doctor told us that that seemed like too big of a jump in too short a time, so they were calling into question the results from the other hospital, thinking that they made a mistake. And, that could be. However, I think that God did it. During that stretch of time between those two tests, there were a bunch of people praying for him. I wasn't able to call or email many people, but some of our friends prayed and got on email right away and asked a bunch of other people to pray for us. So, we were thanking God. Hugely.
So, that was a turning point. We ended up being in the hospital for almost a week before his platlets were up high enough to leave. Now we are back home and it looks like it will hopefully be a one time problem, however do pray for him if you get the chance that it will be only a one time thing.
He got checked for all kinds of stuff while he was in the hospital, to try to figure out what caused it. So, far it is still a mystery.
Ok, once again it is late, so I MUST go to bed now.
Peace to you wherever you are!
So, to set the stage- there we were ....just been transfered to what we now realized was a world class hospital (at least to me, having a Star Bucks ranks you up there....even though I hate coffee) and it was late, but my Dh was in good spirits, and so was I. I guess for both of us, by this point we were both feeling that God was in control. I had been much more fearful earlier just after getting the very low platlet result back, and in the crazy ambulance ride. In the midst of things I had had a talk with God and told Him that of course my hand was open and if He wanted to take my husband home, that was His decision, and I wouldn't be bitter....but I also asked Him to spare His life, to heal him, because I love him. After that, my husband and I had bit of a quiet talk together and after that although things were stressful....both of us had a calm sense of God's overarching sovereignty in the situation. That was comforting.
So, we had to wait for his test results til morning. There was a bed for me in his hospital room so that was great. (Except for the endless stream of people coming in and out giving him medicine etc. )
In the morning the test results came back- his platlets had gone from 2.5% to 10%....now 10% is not the best amount in the world, but at that point it was fantastic!! what it meant was that the medicine was working!! SOOOOOO, he didn't need a platlet transfusion! That was an amazing relief for both of us.
Later the doctor told us that that seemed like too big of a jump in too short a time, so they were calling into question the results from the other hospital, thinking that they made a mistake. And, that could be. However, I think that God did it. During that stretch of time between those two tests, there were a bunch of people praying for him. I wasn't able to call or email many people, but some of our friends prayed and got on email right away and asked a bunch of other people to pray for us. So, we were thanking God. Hugely.
So, that was a turning point. We ended up being in the hospital for almost a week before his platlets were up high enough to leave. Now we are back home and it looks like it will hopefully be a one time problem, however do pray for him if you get the chance that it will be only a one time thing.
He got checked for all kinds of stuff while he was in the hospital, to try to figure out what caused it. So, far it is still a mystery.
Ok, once again it is late, so I MUST go to bed now.
Peace to you wherever you are!
Sunday, February 26, 2006
We are back!
Back at home. Yes, I have a bit of a cold, but that is minor compared to what my hubby came back with! While we were away, we had a really good time of it. Really. But I have to say, we did have our share of strange "mishaps." Although all turned out fine.
The first incident was that Dh(dear husband) got bit on the ankle by a cat. Yes, a cat. I kid you not. He was playing with the thing, (it was a little rough) but it didn't break his skin until he started walking away. It was then that the thing pounced on his ankle and bit him, leaving two little vampire - cat puncture marks. So, after doing some research we decide its prudent for him to get rabie shots. So, ok.... which actually are not as bad as "the old days" ....so Dh informs me. He said the needle is in the arm and quite small now. But he did have to get 5 shots. Poor guy.
So that was number one. The second major health issue we had was that Dh developed something called ITP. THat is short for "not good, this can kill you." Actually it stands for something else and actually it kills very few people, but you can die from it. And at one point we weren't too sure what the outcome would be.
For those of you who know my husband, he is generally a very healthy, very physically strong person. But one evening I noticed some red dots on his skin. We thought maybe it was an allergic reaction to the detergent used to wash the sheets or something like that.
The next day the dots spread, then he started bruising very easily. We decided that although it was probably nothing, that we would pop into the hospital and get him checked quickly that evening ...just in case it was "something."
So, long story short....he got a bloodtest, and it was discovered that his blood platlet level was at 10% of what it should be. That is not good. You need your platlets for your blood to clot normally. He was admitted to the hospital immediately. They were afraid that he would start to bleed somewhere in his body- (joints, or brain) The doctor was very good. He spoke english and reassurred us that he sees a few cases of this every year and usually it responds well to some medication. So, they put him on some medication within the hour.( The name ITP simply means a loss of platlets due to some unknown cause. )
We were both very surprised that it was something that serious. And we were both nervous about him starting to spontaneously bleed. He had had a headache all day. But we were expecting that by morning he would be somewhat better.....that the medicine would kick in and do it's thing.
The next day was an incredible crazy wild ride. I went back to the hospital the next day, he was in good spirits, and had had a good sleep. The nurses took his blood in the afternoon, and the results came back worse that before!! His platlet level had dropped to only 2.5% of what they are supposed to be. So the doctor said that they would have to transfer him to a larger hospital in a big city to get a platlet transfusion. Hooo boy - we did not expect that. Immediately your mind starts going through all the "what ifs".... "What if he has a brain hemmorage on the way to the hospital?" "What if the platlets are somehow infected with something else that will kill him?" ....well, those were actually my only two big what ifs, but they went around in my head multiple times, plus they have other what if's associated with them.
The ambulance wasn't ready to go until 10pm, so I had time to run back to the hotel and grab stuff for both of us to take with us. Then I rode along in the ambulance with him. We made what I think is a two and a half to three hours drive in two hours. We practically flew there. Which on the whole is a bad idea for someone with ITP on bumpy roads. But maybe no one told the ambulance driver that. It was incredibly bumpy.
Once we got to the hospital in the larger center, any fears that I had about quality of service quickly disappeard. It was nicer than the Hilton. It was crazy nice. Very clean, professional and amazing service! Dh got looked over in the ER, blood tests taken...they concluded that he had survived the trip with no bleeding, and they said they'd evaluate in the morning when the results of his blood test would come back and the it could be decided as to whether or not they'd do the transfusion. They said that the hematologist would be in in the morning.
Ok, I know this is lame, but it is getting late and I have to get up early in the morning, so I will have to leave you hanging on the proverbial cliff. Just until tomorrow...... when I will finish this story--------- as there is no way I can finish tonight!! (sheepishly) SOrrryy!!
TO BE CONTINUED
The first incident was that Dh(dear husband) got bit on the ankle by a cat. Yes, a cat. I kid you not. He was playing with the thing, (it was a little rough) but it didn't break his skin until he started walking away. It was then that the thing pounced on his ankle and bit him, leaving two little vampire - cat puncture marks. So, after doing some research we decide its prudent for him to get rabie shots. So, ok.... which actually are not as bad as "the old days" ....so Dh informs me. He said the needle is in the arm and quite small now. But he did have to get 5 shots. Poor guy.
So that was number one. The second major health issue we had was that Dh developed something called ITP. THat is short for "not good, this can kill you." Actually it stands for something else and actually it kills very few people, but you can die from it. And at one point we weren't too sure what the outcome would be.
For those of you who know my husband, he is generally a very healthy, very physically strong person. But one evening I noticed some red dots on his skin. We thought maybe it was an allergic reaction to the detergent used to wash the sheets or something like that.
The next day the dots spread, then he started bruising very easily. We decided that although it was probably nothing, that we would pop into the hospital and get him checked quickly that evening ...just in case it was "something."
So, long story short....he got a bloodtest, and it was discovered that his blood platlet level was at 10% of what it should be. That is not good. You need your platlets for your blood to clot normally. He was admitted to the hospital immediately. They were afraid that he would start to bleed somewhere in his body- (joints, or brain) The doctor was very good. He spoke english and reassurred us that he sees a few cases of this every year and usually it responds well to some medication. So, they put him on some medication within the hour.( The name ITP simply means a loss of platlets due to some unknown cause. )
We were both very surprised that it was something that serious. And we were both nervous about him starting to spontaneously bleed. He had had a headache all day. But we were expecting that by morning he would be somewhat better.....that the medicine would kick in and do it's thing.
The next day was an incredible crazy wild ride. I went back to the hospital the next day, he was in good spirits, and had had a good sleep. The nurses took his blood in the afternoon, and the results came back worse that before!! His platlet level had dropped to only 2.5% of what they are supposed to be. So the doctor said that they would have to transfer him to a larger hospital in a big city to get a platlet transfusion. Hooo boy - we did not expect that. Immediately your mind starts going through all the "what ifs".... "What if he has a brain hemmorage on the way to the hospital?" "What if the platlets are somehow infected with something else that will kill him?" ....well, those were actually my only two big what ifs, but they went around in my head multiple times, plus they have other what if's associated with them.
The ambulance wasn't ready to go until 10pm, so I had time to run back to the hotel and grab stuff for both of us to take with us. Then I rode along in the ambulance with him. We made what I think is a two and a half to three hours drive in two hours. We practically flew there. Which on the whole is a bad idea for someone with ITP on bumpy roads. But maybe no one told the ambulance driver that. It was incredibly bumpy.
Once we got to the hospital in the larger center, any fears that I had about quality of service quickly disappeard. It was nicer than the Hilton. It was crazy nice. Very clean, professional and amazing service! Dh got looked over in the ER, blood tests taken...they concluded that he had survived the trip with no bleeding, and they said they'd evaluate in the morning when the results of his blood test would come back and the it could be decided as to whether or not they'd do the transfusion. They said that the hematologist would be in in the morning.
Ok, I know this is lame, but it is getting late and I have to get up early in the morning, so I will have to leave you hanging on the proverbial cliff. Just until tomorrow...... when I will finish this story--------- as there is no way I can finish tonight!! (sheepishly) SOrrryy!!
TO BE CONTINUED
Friday, February 24, 2006
Quick note
Ok, we are back, and I am tired. I have the sniffles and a sore throat, so I need to go to bed...especially since tomorrow will be a busy day with an early morning. We are fine though. I will write up an actual post on sunday. Sorry for the lack of posting.
Upon arriving back, the weather has been quite nice... nicer than I expected...I was bracing myself for grey, cold misty....but it's been reasonably sunny, and quite warm.
Ok...will write something soon!!
Upon arriving back, the weather has been quite nice... nicer than I expected...I was bracing myself for grey, cold misty....but it's been reasonably sunny, and quite warm.
Ok...will write something soon!!
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Questions....
Ok, while I will share later about our trip, I would like to respond to Peg's questions that she tagged me with awhile back- (sorry if the responses aren't too interesting- internet cafe- can't think)
Here's the deal: Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place.
Then add your blog to the bottom slot, like so:
Clare Pink Cupcake
Queen of West Procrastination(oops I did something to this one!)
VanderMeander
following the herd
The confused foreigner
(Sorry I haven't learned to link yet)
Next select five people to tag (only if you wanna, no pressure):
Kirsten
Amy
Tiffany
What were you doing 10 years ago? Just started work as an egg farmer, bought my first pair of overalls. I was moonlighting as an undercover RCMP officer in Rosthern SK....well, no, just kidding...... I had just reported to my first assignment working with you know who. If you don't know who that is you can email me. :) I was living in Saskatoon, with 4 other roomates at 204 Central. It was all quite a blast.Good memories.
What were you doing one year ago?
Living overseas trying to learn a new language among other things.
Five snacks you enjoy:
milk chocolate
vegetable thins with milk
hummus on wheat thins
ice cream
chocolate chip cookies
Five songs to which you know all the lyrics:
I like papayas
Theme to the Flintstones
Lord Most High (From the Ends of the Earth)
Brown Eyed Girl
Faithful One
Five things you would do if you were a millionaire:
Let me think about that one....
Five bad habits:Leaving some food on my plate....even if it's just a bite, I almost always leave a morsel...I don't know why( I didn't even notice until someone pointed it out recently) ; letting receipts and papers accumulate in my purse; slouching; eating too much fattening stuff!; forgetting the clothes in the washer for too long.
Five things you like doing: Dancing; being in nature; swimming; singing worship songs; good conversation with friends (usually should include something we all find quite funny).
Five things you would never wear again:
1994 red satin bridesmaid dress; skin tight acid wash jeans; mall bangs; very very large glasses; duck boots (killer blisters!)
Favourite toys:
Settlers of Catan- have you played? very fun.
Skip Bo: my husband and I play this a lot, it is one of the only games I can fairly consistently beat him at. He is good at most games.
Fashion Plates: I think it was a Christmas gift from my parents when I was about 10- it's a fashion design sketch plate thing for kids it could easily go on the list of all time best little girl gifts.
Barbies: they were one of my all time fav's
Lego: no explanation needed.
Note: someone in this small internet cafe has intense onion breath.
Here's the deal: Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place.
Then add your blog to the bottom slot, like so:
Clare Pink Cupcake
Queen of West Procrastination(oops I did something to this one!)
VanderMeander
following the herd
The confused foreigner
(Sorry I haven't learned to link yet)
Next select five people to tag (only if you wanna, no pressure):
Kirsten
Amy
Tiffany
What were you doing 10 years ago? Just started work as an egg farmer, bought my first pair of overalls. I was moonlighting as an undercover RCMP officer in Rosthern SK....well, no, just kidding...... I had just reported to my first assignment working with you know who. If you don't know who that is you can email me. :) I was living in Saskatoon, with 4 other roomates at 204 Central. It was all quite a blast.Good memories.
What were you doing one year ago?
Living overseas trying to learn a new language among other things.
Five snacks you enjoy:
milk chocolate
vegetable thins with milk
hummus on wheat thins
ice cream
chocolate chip cookies
Five songs to which you know all the lyrics:
I like papayas
Theme to the Flintstones
Lord Most High (From the Ends of the Earth)
Brown Eyed Girl
Faithful One
Five things you would do if you were a millionaire:
Let me think about that one....
Five bad habits:Leaving some food on my plate....even if it's just a bite, I almost always leave a morsel...I don't know why( I didn't even notice until someone pointed it out recently) ; letting receipts and papers accumulate in my purse; slouching; eating too much fattening stuff!; forgetting the clothes in the washer for too long.
Five things you like doing: Dancing; being in nature; swimming; singing worship songs; good conversation with friends (usually should include something we all find quite funny).
Five things you would never wear again:
1994 red satin bridesmaid dress; skin tight acid wash jeans; mall bangs; very very large glasses; duck boots (killer blisters!)
Favourite toys:
Settlers of Catan- have you played? very fun.
Skip Bo: my husband and I play this a lot, it is one of the only games I can fairly consistently beat him at. He is good at most games.
Fashion Plates: I think it was a Christmas gift from my parents when I was about 10- it's a fashion design sketch plate thing for kids it could easily go on the list of all time best little girl gifts.
Barbies: they were one of my all time fav's
Lego: no explanation needed.
Note: someone in this small internet cafe has intense onion breath.
At long last!
Ok ok, I know, I know, I've been gone for a long time....sorry for the long hiatus. I've been on the road so to speak, and I didn't end up having a lot of online time...so not much posting has happened. I will write some hilights and low lights of our trip soon,but we are currently still on the road and I can't think very well in internet cafes for some reason. Let's just say it's been an eventful time- including rabie shots, an attack of the flying gecko, a frightful night time visitor, and one fairly close to near death experience. Stay tuned for this and more. ("the more" being things like rest, helpful learnings, and refocused perspective..etc) And we are both just fine.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Travelling
Well, we are away from home for a little while. (and have been away for a few days) Doing some travelling. We are having a pretty good time. It's been a combination of relaxing, reading, exploring and being with friends. So far, so good. I did put in a new post but it is down below the cute overload pictures that I posted if you want to read it, for some reason I couldn't get the date to change to the real date I posted it.... so just scroll down if you would like to read it.
Hope all's well where you are!!
Hope all's well where you are!!
Sunday, January 15, 2006
A small trip
Yesterday I accompanied a friend to the airport in another city to pick up her parents who are here visiting. Here is what I managed to do during that time:
1-get up at 5:40 am after going to bed around 1am. (I don't recommend this)
2-catch an early morning train.
3- enjoyed a raspberry frapuchinno
4-ate but did not particularly enjoy a "new" chicken burger from a chain restaurant. (I usually do like chicken burgers by the way)
5-people watched while waiting for her parents
6-was awed by the idea that God knows and actually cares for each person in the world.
7-Greeted her parents
8-caught shuttle
9-managed to get the jet lagged parents and all our luggage stranded on a street corner while trying to get to the train station. (supposed to take a taxi, but the first one refused, saying it was close enough to walk- which it was NOT)
10-misunderstood the very nice taxi driver who actually did take us. He was asking me which country I was from. I basically told him I was a native of our city that we live in now. He laughed.
11-finally got everyone safe and sound to the station without toooo much pain.
12-got caught in a mob of people desperately trying to catch their train. It was insanity.
13-Stopped for a little bit of food before catching our train.
14-flipped some "hot" spice into my eye. Now I know why they call it "pepper" spray.
15-Joined the mob getting on to our train
16-made it back home.
17-watched some "Alias" with my husband. And ate chocolate.
18-Finally landed exhausted back in bed.
Usually travelling here is not quite so crazy as it was yesterday.(Right Charlene??Karen??) It is just a busy time right now. If any of you come and visit, it will most likely be much more relaxed!!! :) And I promise I won't flip any hot spice into your eye. Not on purpose anyway. And I will share my chocolate.
1-get up at 5:40 am after going to bed around 1am. (I don't recommend this)
2-catch an early morning train.
3- enjoyed a raspberry frapuchinno
4-ate but did not particularly enjoy a "new" chicken burger from a chain restaurant. (I usually do like chicken burgers by the way)
5-people watched while waiting for her parents
6-was awed by the idea that God knows and actually cares for each person in the world.
7-Greeted her parents
8-caught shuttle
9-managed to get the jet lagged parents and all our luggage stranded on a street corner while trying to get to the train station. (supposed to take a taxi, but the first one refused, saying it was close enough to walk- which it was NOT)
10-misunderstood the very nice taxi driver who actually did take us. He was asking me which country I was from. I basically told him I was a native of our city that we live in now. He laughed.
11-finally got everyone safe and sound to the station without toooo much pain.
12-got caught in a mob of people desperately trying to catch their train. It was insanity.
13-Stopped for a little bit of food before catching our train.
14-flipped some "hot" spice into my eye. Now I know why they call it "pepper" spray.
15-Joined the mob getting on to our train
16-made it back home.
17-watched some "Alias" with my husband. And ate chocolate.
18-Finally landed exhausted back in bed.
Usually travelling here is not quite so crazy as it was yesterday.(Right Charlene??Karen??) It is just a busy time right now. If any of you come and visit, it will most likely be much more relaxed!!! :) And I promise I won't flip any hot spice into your eye. Not on purpose anyway. And I will share my chocolate.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Monday, January 09, 2006
Something I found encouraging
Below I have cut and pasted a story from Randall's blog. It was such an encouraging story I thought it beared repeating. He got the story from a magazine that he gets every few months. He was reading it and thought it was cool and wanted to remember it...so do I ...so here it is.( I took out all reference to specific places....) It is a true story.
This happened in Country P
Nasir's death was another one of those tragedies that people have to deal with. At seventeen years of age he had been diagnosed with bowel cancer. He was a boy from a very rich family living in a town an hour's drive from the capital city. The doctor he consulted admitted him to the hospital and operated on him. However, Nasir didn't recover as hoped, but deteriorated rapidly. Five days later, surrounded by relatives, Nasir died. The doctors confirmed his death. It was Monday afternoon, 2nd May, 2005.
The hospital staff started to prepare his body for burial. The cannulas and IV lines were removed. They tied his two big toes together, strapped his jaw up to close his mouth tightly, and stuffed cotton wool into his nostrils. The ambulance was called to take the body home for the funeral.
In that same hospital two young Christian men worked as orderlies. During the course of work, one of these had become friendly with Nasir and his relatives. When he saw Nasir dead he went and told the other Christian orderly to come and pray. However, Shoquat didn't want to pray as Nasir was already dead. Still the friend pressured Shoquat. So the two friends went to Nasir's room. There lay the boy, destroyed by sickness, surrounded by fifteen grief-stricken relatives.
Because of the friend's insistence, Shoquat took courage and picked up the dead boys hand. As he prayed he began to sense the power of God. Trembling, he prayed in Jesus' name that the boy would come back to life. The corpse started to move and opened his eyes. Wild cries of disbelief and tears of joy began to flow from the seventeen witnesses. They set Nasir's face and nose free and watched as he sat up, very much alive and healed. Shoquat was swamped with kisses and hugs. For some twenty-five minutes Nasir had been dead, with no breathing or a pulse. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that the Lord Jesus had done an amazing work - for a youth like him. He was discharged from the hospital at 11 p.m. that night, completely well.
The doctors were baffled and embarrassed. That same day Shoquat was questioned by the hospital superintendent. The administration concluded that it was impossible. They were unwilling to admit that the Christians' Jesus had done a great miracle. When Shoquat and his friend arrived for work the following day they were handed their pay and told they were fired. The only reason given was that other men were being employed in their place.
There was great rejoicing - late into the night as the church celebrated the great work that the Lord Jesus had done. And there was great rejoicing in Nasir's home.
(Names have been changed)
"Believe me when I say that I am in the Father and the Father is in me; or at least believe on the evidence of the miracles themselves. I tell you the truth, anyone who has faith in me will do what I have been doing. He will do even greater things than these, because I am going to the Father. And I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Son may bring glory to the Father. You may ask me for anything in my name, and I will do it."- Jesus
This happened in Country P
Nasir's death was another one of those tragedies that people have to deal with. At seventeen years of age he had been diagnosed with bowel cancer. He was a boy from a very rich family living in a town an hour's drive from the capital city. The doctor he consulted admitted him to the hospital and operated on him. However, Nasir didn't recover as hoped, but deteriorated rapidly. Five days later, surrounded by relatives, Nasir died. The doctors confirmed his death. It was Monday afternoon, 2nd May, 2005.
The hospital staff started to prepare his body for burial. The cannulas and IV lines were removed. They tied his two big toes together, strapped his jaw up to close his mouth tightly, and stuffed cotton wool into his nostrils. The ambulance was called to take the body home for the funeral.
In that same hospital two young Christian men worked as orderlies. During the course of work, one of these had become friendly with Nasir and his relatives. When he saw Nasir dead he went and told the other Christian orderly to come and pray. However, Shoquat didn't want to pray as Nasir was already dead. Still the friend pressured Shoquat. So the two friends went to Nasir's room. There lay the boy, destroyed by sickness, surrounded by fifteen grief-stricken relatives.
Because of the friend's insistence, Shoquat took courage and picked up the dead boys hand. As he prayed he began to sense the power of God. Trembling, he prayed in Jesus' name that the boy would come back to life. The corpse started to move and opened his eyes. Wild cries of disbelief and tears of joy began to flow from the seventeen witnesses. They set Nasir's face and nose free and watched as he sat up, very much alive and healed. Shoquat was swamped with kisses and hugs. For some twenty-five minutes Nasir had been dead, with no breathing or a pulse. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that the Lord Jesus had done an amazing work - for a youth like him. He was discharged from the hospital at 11 p.m. that night, completely well.
The doctors were baffled and embarrassed. That same day Shoquat was questioned by the hospital superintendent. The administration concluded that it was impossible. They were unwilling to admit that the Christians' Jesus had done a great miracle. When Shoquat and his friend arrived for work the following day they were handed their pay and told they were fired. The only reason given was that other men were being employed in their place.
There was great rejoicing - late into the night as the church celebrated the great work that the Lord Jesus had done. And there was great rejoicing in Nasir's home.
(Names have been changed)
"Believe me when I say that I am in the Father and the Father is in me; or at least believe on the evidence of the miracles themselves. I tell you the truth, anyone who has faith in me will do what I have been doing. He will do even greater things than these, because I am going to the Father. And I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Son may bring glory to the Father. You may ask me for anything in my name, and I will do it."- Jesus
Sunday, January 08, 2006
Oh and one more thing
One more thing!
I realized after writing those lists of 7 answers to 7 questions below that I also wanted to put Charlene M and Cherrah on the tag list as well. You two, if you so choose can also send me your answers via email.....:)
I realized after writing those lists of 7 answers to 7 questions below that I also wanted to put Charlene M and Cherrah on the tag list as well. You two, if you so choose can also send me your answers via email.....:)
Odd and Ends
It's late sunday night and I need to go to bed. Just wanted to write a little something though.
I have an exam tomorrow, which I didn't know about until tonight......argh. Actually the train of events went like this.
Last week I thought all my exams were this coming week. That is what our teachers announced the week before. They also announced a three day holiday to celebrate the New Year. So I thought "great ...Monday Tuesday Wednesday. I'm off, celebrate good times, c'mon. Let's celebrate. " Except on Wednesday I learned (after staying home guilt free that morning) that we actually did have class, that when they announced the 3 day holiday they were including SUNDAY. So I actually didn't have wednesday off at all.....(a number of others also skipped thinking it was a holiday too!) Also on wednesday morning, my cell phone card ran out of money. (this becomes important later)
So wednesday night after the lights are out and my husband and I are talking about the day, just ready to doze off to sleep, he mentions that another guy in my class told him that he has an exam the next day....meaning that I also have an exam the next day. Apparently it was switched from this coming week, to a week earlier! and they had announced it that day in class- the one that I had a "holiday" from! (the guy, our friend from my class had sent me a message apprently, which i never got because my phone needed to be recharged.)
So, ok, now this weekend, I am supposing my other two exams are wednesday....but tonight, sunday, early evening, I discover that I have an exam...tomorrow morning. Changed! Also probably announced on my "holiday" and my friend also probably let me know via the dead phone.
I'd like to say that this is an uncommon experience in my world, but no, it's not. There are certain things which seem to characterize my life thus far.... and this kind of thing for some reason is one of them. But some how it all seems to work out. And really, not much I can do about it now!
I've heard that perhaps tomorrow's exam will be a take home..... let's hope for that shall we??
Ok, well, I really need to get to bed now. I'm ready for a peaceful nights sleep.
Good night!
I have an exam tomorrow, which I didn't know about until tonight......argh. Actually the train of events went like this.
Last week I thought all my exams were this coming week. That is what our teachers announced the week before. They also announced a three day holiday to celebrate the New Year. So I thought "great ...Monday Tuesday Wednesday. I'm off, celebrate good times, c'mon. Let's celebrate. " Except on Wednesday I learned (after staying home guilt free that morning) that we actually did have class, that when they announced the 3 day holiday they were including SUNDAY. So I actually didn't have wednesday off at all.....(a number of others also skipped thinking it was a holiday too!) Also on wednesday morning, my cell phone card ran out of money. (this becomes important later)
So wednesday night after the lights are out and my husband and I are talking about the day, just ready to doze off to sleep, he mentions that another guy in my class told him that he has an exam the next day....meaning that I also have an exam the next day. Apparently it was switched from this coming week, to a week earlier! and they had announced it that day in class- the one that I had a "holiday" from! (the guy, our friend from my class had sent me a message apprently, which i never got because my phone needed to be recharged.)
So, ok, now this weekend, I am supposing my other two exams are wednesday....but tonight, sunday, early evening, I discover that I have an exam...tomorrow morning. Changed! Also probably announced on my "holiday" and my friend also probably let me know via the dead phone.
I'd like to say that this is an uncommon experience in my world, but no, it's not. There are certain things which seem to characterize my life thus far.... and this kind of thing for some reason is one of them. But some how it all seems to work out. And really, not much I can do about it now!
I've heard that perhaps tomorrow's exam will be a take home..... let's hope for that shall we??
Ok, well, I really need to get to bed now. I'm ready for a peaceful nights sleep.
Good night!
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
2006!
Ok, first post of 2006! Phewf! The last two weeks have been a swirling vortex of activity. Mostly good.
We had a very quite Christmas. We spent it with a few friends, eating, goofing around, more eating, and remembering the special meaning of Christmas. It was good.
On Christmas eve we also watched the Charlie Brown Christmas special. I forgot how terribly cute Snoopy is. I think it was kind of fresh because I haven't watched it for a few years, and I was watching it with some people who have never seen it (yes they were from North America- amazing, I know.) Now though it is a week and a half later, occasionally still one of us will imitate the dancing style of one of the Peanuts characters.
Our big meal together was brunch on Christmas morning. We had drawn names from a hat as to who would give gifts to who. It was a secret until Christmas day who your secret santa was. I have to say I had a lot of fun buying for my person, and the person who bought for me did a smash up job! Can you believe it- she bought me a bike! (Now to give some context, it is used, and used bikes are very cheap here...often you can buy them for around $10) But it was great!!! It's yellow with a black and white checkered cover for the seat!! I have a bike now!!!! wa HOO!! The very best thing about it is that she saved me all the hassle of going to the bike market and haggling for it myself! THAT is a gift!
My husband and I missed being home with family on Christmas, so we were thankful for the friends we could gather with and still enjoy a celebration.
One funny thing from the season...lots of people here don't have their own Christmas trees, but we bought one, and put it up awhile before Christmas....then took it down twice to lend out to people who wanted to borrow it for parties. We totally didn't mind, but it is funny when you think about it- you would never ask someone in Canada if you could borrow their Christmas tree AFTER they have gone through the trouble of setting it all up and it is adorning the corner of their living room. We really didn't mind at all, why not spread the cheer around. And, after all, we're not in Canada. Different rules.
Well, I need to go, we are going to supper with friends, I will write more later.
We had a very quite Christmas. We spent it with a few friends, eating, goofing around, more eating, and remembering the special meaning of Christmas. It was good.
On Christmas eve we also watched the Charlie Brown Christmas special. I forgot how terribly cute Snoopy is. I think it was kind of fresh because I haven't watched it for a few years, and I was watching it with some people who have never seen it (yes they were from North America- amazing, I know.) Now though it is a week and a half later, occasionally still one of us will imitate the dancing style of one of the Peanuts characters.
Our big meal together was brunch on Christmas morning. We had drawn names from a hat as to who would give gifts to who. It was a secret until Christmas day who your secret santa was. I have to say I had a lot of fun buying for my person, and the person who bought for me did a smash up job! Can you believe it- she bought me a bike! (Now to give some context, it is used, and used bikes are very cheap here...often you can buy them for around $10) But it was great!!! It's yellow with a black and white checkered cover for the seat!! I have a bike now!!!! wa HOO!! The very best thing about it is that she saved me all the hassle of going to the bike market and haggling for it myself! THAT is a gift!
My husband and I missed being home with family on Christmas, so we were thankful for the friends we could gather with and still enjoy a celebration.
One funny thing from the season...lots of people here don't have their own Christmas trees, but we bought one, and put it up awhile before Christmas....then took it down twice to lend out to people who wanted to borrow it for parties. We totally didn't mind, but it is funny when you think about it- you would never ask someone in Canada if you could borrow their Christmas tree AFTER they have gone through the trouble of setting it all up and it is adorning the corner of their living room. We really didn't mind at all, why not spread the cheer around. And, after all, we're not in Canada. Different rules.
Well, I need to go, we are going to supper with friends, I will write more later.
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