Last Sunday we headed to the airport to begin another house hunting trip. Perhaps I should have clued in to trouble ahead when Dr. Bob inadvertently used the ladies washroom. In his defence, since we were last at the airport there have been renovations to the washrooms, which the airport authority has pretty much decided not to point out to the travelling public.
We get on to the plane. Halfway through the flight Dr. Bob faints- keels over and practically falls into the aisle. We had the "Is there a doctor on board" announcement. Before you say, physcian heal thyself, Dr Bob is an astronomer. Fortunately the flight attendant had just quit her job as an emergency room nurse and she was terrific. A dentist also offered his input and was very kind and supportive. They had medics waiting on the tarmac who then carted us off to the hospital.
I really wish I could have enjoyed this part more as the medics were from the military base and all rather manly in their uniforms while also sensitive and kind. What more could a girl want?
Instead of looking at houses in Campbell River, as planned, we spent the rest of the day at the hospital in Comox. We managed to get back on schedule in the evening and caught the ferry to Powell River, our main search area for this trip. The next day I left the sick one in bed at the B&B and saw 20+ houses wiith the realtor. The sick one was exhausted from resting all day and fainted again. Off to another hospital. They figured out he had a wicked viral infection and gave what treatment they could but really there is nothing you can do but wait it out.
After three days at the B&B we relocated to a lovely cabin on the waterfront. I was by this time a frazzled mess but managing to hold it together until the owners introduced me to the composting toilet. Now I've always liked the idea of a composting toilet but coming face to face with the beast itself was the final straw. I felt a bit of a lip wobble coming on. The beast and I have yet to come to terms. It doesn't help that I need a two step stool to get up on the thing. It seems like hours before the previous deposit disappears. I've hardly gone near the thing today as I knew I was going to have to make a larger deposit than last night. Consequently the urge has passed and I'm envisioning returning home with an abdomen full of something close to concrete.
My heartfelt thanks to the Westjet crew and ground staff in Comox and Marie at Ocean Point B&B in Powell River. Here is a picture of the lovely cabin we are now residing in, I'm sure after a few days here I'll be up for anything. Even the toilet, which is not at all bad, just a victim of poor timing.
Stillwater Beach Cottage