Yesterday’s adventure was to go and get my pre-op bloodwork done. Now I am sporting the jaunty transfusion services bracelet:
Not to be taken off before surgery, and not to be taken off for about a week after surgery…just in case. It’s getting really real now…less than a week to go, and I’m still busily wrapping up things at work to be ready for the leave.
I walked home after getting the bracelet thing done – I’m feeling that much better from the cold, though still coughing a bit from asthma – and happened upon a neighbour picking apples from two little trees in his front yard. Apples! I didn’t realize that you could grow apples in Calgary. I stopped and asked – in shock – ‘are those apples?’ And he said yes, that they were, and then we stood together in his driveway and admired them, introduced each other, and he then solemnly gave me two apples. Apparently, according to Rod the neighbour, you can grow apples in Calgary, but you must ‘baby them along.’
I’m going to eat them today. Calgary apples…never would have thought there could be such a thing, and this after seventeen years of living here.