Owee

I have a dear friend who lives on the streets of Toronto. She often uses the term "owweee" to discribe wounds. An oweee can be a broken windshield, a scratched motorcycle or in my friend Steve's case, a severely broken heel bone and in some cases a bruised or broken spirit.

Life this week has been full of oweees. On Monday afternoon Mark had an owee. That led to Erin having an owee as she rode with him in the ambulance. When I got the call my heart sank and I got an owee. My friend Bob, who I was with at the time, shared my owee. Later Lynn showed up at Sick kids ER and developed her own owee. All the while Marks owee continued. Finally by about 8 in the evening Mark was transferred to a room on 7C. Sometime after that his owee subsided.

By noon the next day we decided to feed mark again. We had skipped his breakfast because there was some concern that it might be stomach acid reflux that was causing the problem. We went ahead with the lunch feed but turned the pump speed way down (from 140 to 90). Within an hour Mark was having more OWEES.

We skipped any more feeds that day and agreed to give him an early morning feed starting at 5. By 6:30 it was more OWEEES.

Then Linda, who had gone home for a normal night sleep, called to tell me that she had run into trouble on her way in. She was driving along Gerrard and some bicyclist decided that she had cut him off. He began pounding violently on the back of the van. He chased her for several blocks and ended up calling the Police. They arrived and after only a couple of minutes were able to figure out that the cyclist was an accident looking for a place to happen. Linda was sent on her way, but the entire event was another owee.

It's now Wednesday nearing noon and Mark is sleeping like an angel. He'll be fine as long as we don't feed him, but of course that's not an option. The docs are working out exactly how to move forward while avoiding any further owees. It looks like we'll be here for another day or so-owee.

W

p.s. I arrived home to discover that sometime during the last week our deep-freeze died. It was half full of meat.

Oweeee.