The return of Stevie B.

Stephen Berthelot

The Moxy Raves

Monday, March 18 2013

“The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated....” Uh, well, in retrospect pretty accurate come to think about it! Yes, like The Hobbit I have been “there and back again” albeit looking somewhat more like the Gollum  on my return than Bilbo Baggins. 

Good news is if you see me around Gabe  I’m looking more like Ghandi than Smeagol these days and should be working my way well into Pee Wee Herman style and weight class by spring.

Doctors have informed me that it will take me the better part of a year before I’m back to full health. In the meantime I must exercise a little and sleep a lot. They have also instructed me to eat as much protein (meat, fish, etc.) and calories (chocolate, ice cream, pie, etc.) as possible!

Are you kidding me? Eat? Sleep? Relaxing walks by the ocean with my dog and friends? No work for a year? Well, sign me up Doc, I’m just the man for that job! A slackers dream if there ever was one.

Now comes the real part: 

Stevie B has to be the luckiest man alive. I can’t keep from smiling – my daughter still has a father and we got to drive me back to Gabriola together! Think on this – I wake up two weeks after “dying,” back to the land of the living and everything has been taken care of for me. All I can do is smile and thank the gods, Brenda, Roger, all my friends, you know who you are. And of course Gabriola has come through for me again and been there for me every step of the way with your cards, emails, visits and absolute heartwarming support, positive energy and love. 

And here’s the important part: 

The world class staff at the Nanaimo Regional General Hospital! For the better part of 60 days I got to benefit from and observed their compassion, dedication and commitment to their calling. From Rocky the janitor, to Guy and all the third floor nurses and of course the skill and care of Dr. Carr, I will always be amazed and grateful for their humanity. Day in, day out they carry on under the most trying of circumstances and still make all their patients feel special and cared for. I do not exaggerate when I say that because of those people my stay there was one of the most wondrous experiences of my life.

And finally, about this challenge of mine, “my year of living languorously”: as our old pal George W. once said, “It ain’t rocket surgery – bring it on!

Later ’gator.