the candid files

Oh, to learn to trust Him.
Why is that so hard?

We had a nice little suprise party for Justine the other night. It was small, but there was no lack of food, and the company was nice. I love spending time with just girlfriends. It’s weird: I’m not a big party person. Put ten people together in a room and I’m bored, sorry; I can’t talk to that many people at once. But make that ten girls, and suddenly it’s fun. I’m odd.

So anyway…Saturday night Peter was out at a friend’s place, I got home from work around 7, had a shower and went to bed because I didn’t feel well. But I couldn’t sleep. About 10:20 the phone rang; it was Peter. They didn’t know I was awake, and mom was telling Brittni not to wake me up until Peter said that he was in the EMERGENCY ward, and then Brittni decided to wake me up anyway.
Yeah so I sort of jumped out of bed, all disoriented, grabbed the phone upside down and fumbled around in a panic. This is Peter, “Hi, how are you?” (when Peter asks me how I am, he really is asking) Obviously I was a little more concerned about my boyfriend at the hospital so I blurted out “How are YOU???”
Anyway, he was there with an allergic reaction. He didn’t know what had caused it, something he ate at the Smits, we supposed. Apparently he was all red and puffy and basically allergically reacted.
We talked for a while, he said he was going to be there for a few hours yet, so I finally decided I couldn’t sleep while he was at the hospital alone, so I pulled my clothes on and drove to Mac to sit with him. That was about eleven. We sat, and sat, and sat…by about 1:30 he was looking fine, just a little flushed. Finally they called us into the next room to wait for a doctor. We sat there in EXTREMELY uncomfortable chairs and waited until about 3 AM…and then Peter finally decided he might as well make an appointment with his own doctor and get some sleep.
So we left. But we were still at church on time the next morning! We just sort of slept…that afternoon…kind of…
Oh well.
It turned out that there was a peanut something in a Dutch spice that had been used in the food on Saturday night. So now we’re fairly concerned that Peter’s allergy is getting worse.

Anyway so that’s a little scary. But life goes on. He just can’t eat peanuts.

I know one of the ER nurses who was there that night. Went to camp with her a few times. She was laughing at us for being impatient. “we’re STILL HERE!!” “yeah, you’ll probably be there for a while.” NO kidding.

g2g to school
byebye

yes! YES!! A THOUSAND TIMES YES!!!!
I just got a job shadow at Cambridge Memorial Hospital. In the Obstetrics/Gynecology department.
oh yeah…oh yeah…
See, the thing is, I have to do 20 hours of job shadowing, working with a clerical employee in a health care setting. I really wanted to do it in a hospital…because it’s more exciting than a dinky doctor’s office and I think I’d probably meet more people I can keep as contacts. And I wanted to do it in Cambridge, because…well…guess.
But my instructor said I’d never get into a hospital. Never.
Well apparently if you know the right people….:)
I called Mrs. Benjamins from my church…she works there as a nurse. Then she gave me the name of a secretary/clerk there who’d be good to shadow. I called her and she said it was fine with her, but I needed permission from the program people. So I called yet another number and lo and behold this lovely lady practically interrupted me to say it was absolutely fine.
I’m excited!!!
Now I just wonder if I know anyone from Cambridge who’s due to give birth in the next two months. hmmmmm….
Anyway, I just wanted to share my small moment of divine intervention. I still can’t believe how easy it was! Praise him all Ye people.
Candice

Christmas is over.
Wow, am I ever tired. Our youth group went skiing yesterday up at Blue Mountain. The weather was nice, almost too nice, as their were obstacles to avoid…brown dirt kinds of obstacles. But it was a ton of fun. Like usual, (meaning every year) we didn’t get home until one in the morning, and my parents, who aren’t blessed with a particularily good memory, were expecting us at about 9:30 (I guess they pulled that time out of a hat)…so they were a little pissed off.
My whole body aches. I should say that I usually snowboard, I have for the past five years probably, but this time I decided I was tired of having to relearn that every year and went back to skiing. Except I tried those miniskis. I haven’t been on skis since I was what, fourteen? It’s really weird to not have your feet strapped together.
And I forgot that I wasn’t really that great at skiing either. So it was a little rough. Particularily the time that I came around a bend almost uncontrollably fast, spotted a bunch of my group standing at the edge of something steep waiting for me, tried to stop, failed, and in the midst of my careening over the edge, neatly deposited one of my skis beside Peter, and then continued down nearly the rest of the hill on my stomach. I finally managed to stop once the hill leveled out a bit. Peter caught up with me and calmly helped me back into my ski.
I think being able to laugh at your self is a major gift. Maybe that’s why my abs hurt today.
One thing I should mention: how about a round of applause for Peter, since he did such a wonderful job of driving eleven people home last night in the van, through (ironically, due to our lack of snow on the slopes) a snowstorm. And even participated in our conversations…which varied from ridiculous to theological. Just try putting 3 Canreffers, 2 ex-Canreffers, and 5 URCers in a van and see what happens. Oh, and 6 of us were also Campfire enthusiasts. Try driving anyone who’s a camp freak through Orangville and avoiding that subject.
Anyway, enjoy the first week of the regular old grind.
happy new year!