Life is too short for traffic.

5:56 am.

Got a full 4 and a half hours last night. WOO-HOO.Would have slept a few hours longer except I told Jim to call and wake me up when he got home and it was too early.

Oh Well,  
it didn't matter much anyhow because Mom was in 
need of some extra TLC this  morning. 
 Come to think of  it the last three or four mornings have gone this way???
The last few nights she has woken  quite early and in a severe panic.
It scares the crap out of me not to mention again being slapped in the face with some helplessness because there is absolutely nothing i can do to help. 
I just grab her and squeeze until i feel her stop fighting it.

So... I'm getting ready for what I will assume will be the longest most tedious day ever...so...here we go!
Let's see what driving in Toronto in prime time rush

 hour, on only four hours of broken sleep and no Timmie's feels like, shall we?


Its now 9:24…

I am sitting in the cafe at Toronto Western Hospital hoping the time will go by as quick as possible with help from good ol' Timmy Ho’s, my laptop and Charlaine Harris. 

I don’t know if it was the smartest of ideas, but I dropped Robbie upstairs on the 4^Th floor and left him the hands of the same crazy nurse we had last Thursday!
Lucky him!!!

She was just a complete disgrace to medical personnel everywhere…I am dead serious.

Now I sit here with only me and my thoughts...well and of course the extremely entertaining passersby at Dundas and Bathurst. Can't forget about them!  :-)

Got in around ten minutes after after 2pm hoping to catch some quick Zs before I had to have mom up for the visit to the compassion clinic in Toronto. Not possible.

I knew right when we booked the Appointment and she said, 

"Okay so, 4 o'clock at Jarvis and Wellesley ok?" that it would be a lengthy trip. 

I was prepared. 

Two prime time rush hours in one day...I don't know how these commuters do it. 

Kudos to those who are mentally capable.  

Although I had lived in Toronto for seven years in my late teens and early 20's, for he last 2 years I have resided in a town that has a population of 1,500 people.

I had completely forgotten the torture called the "401" (16 lanes of traffic---GRIDLOCKED!) and we can't forget the Don Valley Parkway aka "The Don Vally Parking Lot". 

Fun, fun, fun.

The Toronto Compassion Centre is a medical type of facility that provides medical patients with different types of serious and painful illnesses with  medical marijuana. Its really funny for me to come home and see my mom with a bong I have to tell ya. But it works for her, and  keeps her hunger up which is an ongoing battle with her to get her to eat. 

I dropped her off at the "secret facility", you had to have some kind of secret password to even get the address from them over the phone....PARANOID MUCH! Maybe some of the employees have been dipping into the merchandise. :-)
Anyhow, she came out about 2 hours later with 3 little bags with three different labels on them. They read;

1. Simply Red - For Hunger

2. Skunk #1 - For Joy and Happiness

3. Sensi Star - For Relaxation.

Pretty neat that they break it down for you like that, and provide a different plant for different side effects, sounds way better for you than the pharmacy of medications she carries around with her.in her purse.
Besides, it helps her.... and she is happy, therefore, I am happy.

So now its 6 pm and we are leaving the heart of downtown Toronto. And can you guess what time it is????

Rush Hour!!!

So we beginning  the trek home, stop in on Spadina in China Town to pick up some heavenly take out and mom mentions she wants a small coffee. 

 I head toward Black Creek on Dundas not even worrying about finding a Tim's because hey....this IS Toronto. Or so I thought. 

 Just so everyone is aware, from Dundas and Bathurst to Black Creek Dr.,there are  ZERO Tim Horton's! ZERO!!!! 

When you don't want one there are 2 on every corner, BUT when your mom is complaining and laying out a guilt trip for a coffee that she never got and how dehydrated she is in bumper to bumper traffic, there is not one in sight. 

I tell ya, there should be a little smart car type vehicle that drives along the shoulder during rush hour delivering coffees to disgruntled drivers on their way home. 

Me and Mom finally arrived at the condo at 7:45 pm. After what seemed like an eternity in traffic, it felt amazing to get into some comfy PJ's, heat up some Chinese take out and cuddle on the couch for some American Idol. 

 "A commuter tie-up consists of you - and people who for some reason won't use public transit."

  ~Robert Brault, www.robertbrault.com