So I sit here (and occasionally walk) while recovering from the varicose vein surgery (a.k.a phlebectomy) and hoping the swelling stays in control with the Ace bandage.
My mom and I shared a very tasty steelhead trout… or steelhead salmon (truite saumonée en français) along with Rosti from Ikea, some stirfried broccoli… and then around 20h40, the phone rang and it was my dearest eldest son Tristan calling.
He sounded in good spirits and very relaxed, recounting his ped day at school where they painted a custom t-shirt (which hadn’t dried yet) and said he was ready and looking forward to the hockey tryouts tomorrow; he is in MAGH-3 and the novice evaluation is to determine which specific level within novice he’ll be playing in. It’s probably more stress for some parents than for the players themselves, but I’ve learned to be zen about these competitive sports (again, more competitive for parents than the actual mini-athletes) and keep in mind that it’s about the love of the game and not just the end result. He certainly loves the sports, whether it’s swimming, soccer, or playing defense or goalie in hockey.
So he asked about my surgery, and mentioned that it was probably “worse” than his tonsil surgery…. I told him that his tonsil surgery was indeed pretty painful and that mine was different; with a spinal anesthetic vs. general anesthesia for his procedure… he asked if I still had my bandages on and I of course said yup (it will probably be important for them to see my bandaged state)…
We both agreed that we wouldn’t be running around or playing soccer tomorrow together
… then he had a quick chat with Oma (in English and French mixed) before it was time for his bedtime… and as I promised him, I would be going to bed shortly after… so now I check out (with the help of some 30mg codeine :)) and a body pillow and … lui rejoindre dans les bras de morphée durant cette nuit.
Tags: Health, hockey, Kids, Love, St-Basile-le-Grand, surgery, Tristan