Today, a dream came true.
Let's back track.
Sometime last July, my faboo friend Sheri took me Issie and Alberto to a rodeo in Steinbach with some other camp people. When the restivities and amusing animal cruelty ( I'm kidding...kinda. Feel free to send me a punch in the face via Canada post, Sheri) broke for lunch issie, Berto and I wandered over to the various trailers of fried food. Berto decided that he wanted to get poutine. When he asked what kind of cheese they used, the women said that they used mixed cheese.
Berto: "That's not the proper way to make poutine. That's not the french way"
Woman " We're not French, we're Canadian"
Alberto got the poutine, which did not taste right at all, and walked away with some righteous french anger.
A few weeks later I got really sick and the camp nurse took me to the Gimli hospital. They thought it was just a headache, until we left the hospital and I went unconscious. They took me back and did a scan and saw an anomaly on my scan. They sent me to the Winnipeg Health Sciences Center. They did an angio gram and discovered i had a blood clot. They called my parents and sent me in for surgery. I didn't remember much beyond the camp nurse telling me we were going to the hospital and then some one telling me i was going into surgery. And then I remember poutine. I was in a life or death surgery and all I could remember about it was poutine.
Its been four months, but tonight....
Tonight i had true Quebec poutine.
A dream came true.
Oh and we watched a b it of the hockey game between the Canucks and the Canadians. I didn't really pay attention. but tonight was good. Thanks for making my dream come true Amy.
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