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Small town traumas and dramas

Now and again I’m reminded how small Whistler is, especially for a former city girl like me.

Recently I heard a municipal councillor talk about becoming a public figure and I realized that when you live in a small town everyone is a public figure to some extent. It’s a fact of small town life that I’m still getting used to.

Let me explain.

Last summer I was sitting at my desk at home on a Sunday afternoon furiously working on a story when I got an aching pain on the left side of my body just above my hip.

Thinking I had been hunched over my computer far too long I got up for a stretch. When that didn’t work I curled into a ball and prayed for relief in the fetal position.

That didn’t work either and I began to feel the rising panic growing in the pit of my stomach. What the hell was wrong with me and where the hell is my appendix anyway I thought to myself? A number of frightening scenarios flashed through my head only to settle on the idea that I was surely suffering from a terrible illness of some sort.

Then the pain disappeared. Logically I believed myself cured and sat back down in front of my computer.

Not long after the pain was back and this time around it was terrible.

My boyfriend said it was time to go to the Whistler Health Care Centre.

"But I’ve interviewed some of those doctors and nurses," I whined.

"What if they recognize me and know who I am and then they’ll all know that there’s something wrong with me."

Clearly it was the pain speaking.

Soon it was so bad that I just didn’t care who knew what was wrong with me.

Off to the health centre we went. I was rolling around the car in agony. He was rolling his eyes at my theatrics and I got the slight sense that he thought I was over-reacting and making a big deal about nothing. (I have been known to overreact in the past, I suppose.)

Anyway it was a Sunday afternoon in the summer time and I presume the doctors and nurses were busy with the usual mountain bike carnage because we were in the waiting room for an awfully long time.

I couldn’t sit still, pacing the room, trying not to cry and doing my best to stay calm in the face of the great unknown.

Then the pain disappeared.

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