More cheek time with hospital chairs

So when Jude was sent to the emergency room this week we didn't have time to pack cushions, or e-books or any of the things that make interminable waits on hard plastic chairs that little more bearable. Instead we hunkered down, we bought terrible magazines from elderly volunteers who see counting change as a kind of zen sudoku, we watched the people to fat too fit in the seats, yet too fat to stand do little circles.

Actually they were fast - day one. They checked us in, registered us, listened to the baby's heartbeat, made an appointment for a thorough ultra-scan and then let us go. The next day took longer, scan, move, wait for results, wait for injection, wait to see whether there was a reaction to the injection.

The good news is that the scans were all good, Jude is fine, the baby is fine and it looks as though it might well be a boy. The bad news - boy's names are HARD. I fancy recycling a Coco, a Lulu or a Lili. Jude's less certain. So instead we start the search for a boy's name that won't lead to fights (sorry Sioux, sorry Gaye Mary), won't sound too Sarah Palin (bye bye Thak, Thud, Skud and Moses) and won't get the kid internally searched at airports (ciao Jorge, Jihaad, Mosef)... I'm currently stuck on Berlinn... will try to get past that.

First post of my 40s

So 40 came and went. I spent a big chunk of the day at the oncologists - which was a good thing. I now have a schedule for scans, two people on my case and a team following up. The Canadian system works well when you're in it - the problem in Quebec is getting into that system. One for Propellerfish I think. "How do you provide consistent healthcare when half of the people in the Province don't have a doctor of their own?" Would love to do that one.

Lots on with P'Fish at the moment. Am talking to quite a few people about being their 'innovation provider' - the trick will be finding the right people to power. I'd hate to be 'powering' people who don't really get it, or don't really like us or just don't really play well with others. So it's lots and lots of conversations about feel and mood and ways of approaching things.

On top of that have a couple of Salons coming - to show people what it is that we do and how it feels to do it with us. They're always fun to do and almost always end up churning out an idea that somebody wants to pick up and run with.

Looking at a busy period coming up too, with banks, energy drinks, governments, PR agencies, jewelers, auto manufacturers, drinks people and confectioners all vying for a place on the books.

Plus the new website is at the Proof Reading stage - which is more exciting than it should be. Liking it a lot.

Throw in Jude now looking properly pregnant (Valentine's Day Birth) and the fact that she got me a gallery show for my birthday (so lots of pictures to take, frame and name) plus a commission to take for a very cool website and a request to be the photographer for "an erotic masked ball" (still thinking about that one) and it looks as though the next six months could be hectic.

Cool

Tick, tock

A decade ago I was in Bali, enjoying my 30th birthday. I was living in Singapore, the career was going well, I was being courted by companies from all over the world. I'd never been sick. Nobody around me had died. I had no reason to believe that I'd ever lose a job, or be 'let go'. Nobody close to me had ever really let me down. I was invincible and invulnerable. And an asshole because of it. 

A decade later I'm sitting in Montreal. Sickness, betrayal, loss of job, death and doubt have all visited me. And they've taken my hair and the elasticity of my skin. They almost took my sanity. But somehow you get through.

And you do more than get through. I have a fledgling company that's about to take off, a business partner that's shown enough patience with me to be in line for sainthood but enough steel to make me get up in the mornings. We have a baby on the way. New friends around us. And 30" waist pants (still)

I'm less of an asshole. Calmer. More centered. Less sure. Better. 10 years vegetarian. 4 years cancer free. A person rather than a cartoon.

Life is good.

Who knows what 40s will throw at me, I know it will be something (there's progress), I also know that I'll sail through (even if it gets choppy)

So here's to the people that made my 30s bearable (thank you people) and to the next decade... who'd have thought I'd live to see it?