O Cranada.

Raygun has taken over Miga (one of the mascots of the 2010 Olympics) as my favourite Olympian. It’s like the movie Hackers. Are Hackers or Raygirl good? No. Entertaining? Yes! She did the sprinkler in an Olympic competition! The kangaroo hop made it into the Olympics! The best worst move? The alligator snap!

A lot of people are pretty mad about it. I can’t believe it. Unserious things are taken too seriously, and serious things are not taken seriously enough.

I am in a bit of a slump. I’ve only eaten food broken down by a high-speed rotating blade for two months now. The paperwork keeps coming in. I have signed my name so often that my signature is starting to look different. There’s no point in having panache when signing insurance forms.

Incidentally, Jordi and I are watching the miniseries The Pacific. I first saw this miniseries about ten years ago after watching Band of Brothers, but it is Jordi’s first time. These men were frequently sent into combat without water in 40-degree weather. And too many smoothies in two months is taking a toll on my mental health? Oh no, I had soup for dinner for the 60th night. I have ice cream every night!

I have three insurance companies fighting over my love. Who gets to pay for what? Whose exceptions precede the others’? I was told I wouldn’t have to pay anything for my treatments, yet I have to wait to be reimbursed after paying out of pocket. What almost ended up happening was that I was unable to pay off my credit card bill before incurring interest.

I know people mean well when they advise me on how to deal with ICBC. So far, none of these people have had to deal with ICBC post-No-Fault policy. None of those who have tried doling out advice have looked into this policy, which came into effect on May 1, 2021. I can’t lawyer up and demand $200,000 in damages. I have to take my free dental implants and smile.

Interestingly, only Cycling BC required post-accident photos. My ICBC Claims Specialist only just had me send current pictures of my scars. If they’re visible in a year from now, I may be entitled to compensation. They seem to base the payout on the size, regardless of placement. What will they award me for the 1cm scar below my left nostril? $10?

It’s helped to look at the first photos of my injuries, as they remind me how far along I’ve come. They’re the worst photos ever taken of me, and I am boldly sharing them in the form of links. If you are squeamish and click on the links, that’s on you!

Face-on. Swollen and scabby. Not great, not terrible.

Left side. Swelling is more apparent in this picture.

The teeth. This one is extra-hard to look at.

Is this the dark equivalent of posting nudes online?

Anyway, onto happier things:

I’ve been looking after Nic’s cats for two weeks. This is my fifth or sixth time looking after the cats, Jasper and Lizzie. Lizzie has always been sweet but a little shy. Jasper, however, never let me touch him—until now.

He’s finally accepted me. 🥹

Jordi has yet to win over Jasper. But Jordi was quite enthused by Nic’s toilet. The other night, Jordi came out of the washroom laughing.

“CRANADA!“

“What?”

“Have you seen the toilet? It says ‘Cranada’!”

It was an excellent way to lighten the mood momentarily before we resumed watching people getting blown up in The Pacific.