In which Wade and Christine visit Toronto to explore the Royal
Ontario Museum, Wade is struck low by a mysterious ailment, the poly
social is sadly missed, but Anne of Green Gables helps assuage the
[Note: Part 2 of 8 (Monday, May 14th). Totally work-safe, even the
This is a continuation of Christine's visit. You may want to read Sunday first.
We had planned on having Monday be our Toronto day; explore the Royal Ontario Museum (ROM) during the day and go to the weekly Toronto poly monday social at night. Things didn't work out exactly as planned.
We woke up. We did morning-esque things. Then we got out of bed. Leisurely got ready to go. We had planned on being in Toronto by 11am, but alas, we didn't leave until 10:30am, and we took our time driving as well. I brought MindTrap (a game involving intellectual puzzles) with us, and we tried to solve the puzzles as we drove. We stopped for some breakfast, and were in no real rush, so we didn't get into Toronto (nominally 2 hours from London) until about 1pm. We went first to the CN Tower, since it was very close to the ROM, and worth a glance for the American amongst us. You'll be happy to know that noone threw tomatoes at her, or did anything else overtly mean. Our reputation as polite people remains untarnished, even with an actual American standing amongst us. Thankfully, she didn't try to start any wars or anything, so it is all good.
Engelbert can leap CN Towers in a single bound!
Then we zipped over to the ROM (whose parking, like everything in downtown Toronto, sucks like a Dyson vacuum cleaner). After finding parking a few blocks away, we strolled, took pictures, and basically acted like five-year olds. But tres cool five-years olds!
We are five years old, and proud!
Then we entered the ROM itself.
The Peruvians understood bling.
There is a Peruvian artifacts display occuring there currently, on the third floor. However, we explored the first floor display first (the obligatory dinosaur skeletons, because who doesn't love a dino!), and all sorts of different buddavistas from around the world.
Two of many different buddavistas on the first floor
And this is where our plans kinda changed. For some totally mysterious reason, my back started bothering me while I was taking some pictures of some buddhas. And quickly become more painful. And 2 minutes later I was sitting in a chair sweating because the pain was ... unpleasant. Sitting wasn't helping, so we went up to the Peruvian Artifacts display on the third floor. I had to sit/lie down on a bench as soon as we got up there. I was feeling very naseated. Decided a visit to the washroom was in order. Unhappily parted ways with the breakfast we'd had earlier. Helped with the nausea, but sadly didn't help with the back pain. Christine had, under protest, did some hasty exploring of the Peruvian display while I was in the washroom (btw, she has walked the Inca trail, being the cool adventure girl she is). I came out of the washroom and we decided, regretfully, that we really needed to leave, because the pain was ... unpleasant. I didn't get to see the artifacts (they were behind a privacy wall - I was lying on a bench in a foyer-like area), but at the time, I totally didn't care. I'm sad I missed them, in hindsight.
It is always freaky when a new (unpleasant) body experience occurs; one doesn't have any context within which to assess how "serious" it is. Christine volunteered to drive while I tried to relax in the back seat. I was dreading the drive home; not having any idea how long this ... unpleasantness ... was going to last was ... unpleasant. Thankfully, the pain magically went away even before we left Toronto (Christine had some aleve with her, and I had taken some earlier and then again after upchucking - not sure if that was what helped, or not). We decided to head home anyways, because I didn't know if it would come back. I have no explanation for the experience; it hasn't happened since, and I've never experienced it before. I've had gall-bladder attacks, which were similar in some ways yet very different in others. The two leading theories are kidney stone and a pulled back muscle. However, there was no reason for the latter to suddenly appear without any identifiable causal activity, nor for it to disappear just as suddenly), so the terrifyingly primary suspect is a kidney stone. Me scared. Any other hypotheses?
However, there is always some good that comes from bad things.
I rarely experience pain, and it really is true that the ultimate form of pleasure is the sudden abatement of intense pain.
It is very useful to be reminded just how lucky I am to not suffer excrutiating pain chronically, like so many people do. It is very easy to lose a visceral sense of empathy without some reminders every now and again.
Although we didn't get to go to the poly social (which was a real pity), we instead got to spend more one-on-one time together. And yes, one-on-one was meant literally. But that came later. And yes, I did say "came". But that occurred later too.
During the two hour drive home, I read to Christine while she drove. I've been reading to her most nights for quite some time now; we were currently on Lunatic Cafe (book #4 of the Anita Blake series by Laurell Hamilton).
Upon ariving home, we cooked up some oh-so-unhealthy but oh-so-damn-good cheese-filled sausages and snuggled under the duvet on the couch to watch the first half of Anne of Green Gables.
We went to bed late. Did late-night-esque things. We went to sleep later.
- Do you like morning-esque things?
- Have you experienced kidney stones? Any other hypotheses for the strange unpleasantness?
- If you haven't seen and/or read Anne of Green Gables, you are missing out on some classic Canadian literature! I'm a huge fan of Megan Follows because of her role as Anne Shirley.
- Any recommendations for books to read with Christine when we finish Anita Blake?
- Do you like late-night-esque things?
More pics here.
Next: Tuesday, May 15th - Our camping trip in the Pinery Provincial Park.