Saturday in CinCity
For those who don't know me well, I confess I enjoy blaming as many things as I can on changes in the barometric pressure. It's not quite as romantic and thrilling-scary as voodoo, but it's what we've got a lot of in CinCity. So, grumpy moods, fatigue, the fact that someone buys up all the bottles of our favorite locally made salad dressings, no good movies at my favorite movie theater?? All related to the effects of barometric pressure.
The past two weeks have been full of weather drama and snow storm systems, Alberta Clippers, running about the country willy-nilly.
Surprisingly, we've had few trauma related head injuries admitted to Neurodramaville, but quite a few Intracerebral Hemorrhages--head bleeds. They are many times the result of high blood pressure. Often cocaine related. The patients we've been receiving, though, are older and have older, fragile, worn-out blood vessels in their head that simply give out and break open. We seem to see more of these alongside major changes in weather. In any event, a quick end to a long-lived, and in these cases, a well-loved life.
I find nothing quite so heartbreaking as watching a spouse of fifty years having to make the decision to let go in a medically futile situation. Years of making things work run up against a hard wall. We've been witnesses to the uncoupling of many pairings lately and, when I walked outside the hospital doors last night, the bleak expanse of cold white landscape and grey skies seemed the perfect backdrop to the abruptness and the finality of endings.