The medical‑tour‑of‑Canada saga rolled on with a 4 a.m. wake‑up call and a dash to the Grand Falls ER. Georgie came out of sleep in full AFib again, and we agreed it was worth getting checked out. Fortunately, the hospital was only ten minutes away, and even more fortunately, we were the only people there. We were whisked straight in, Georgie was hooked up for an ECG, bloodwork went off to the lab… and then, in classic dramatic‑timing fashion, her heart rhythm settled itself before anyone could catch it misbehaving.
Even so, the staff were calm, professional, and thorough. They kept her for a couple of hours to monitor things and sent us off with a prescription for emergency‑only tablets—basically a “break glass if remote” option for the next time we’re hours from civilization.
Running on a luxurious 3 hours and 40 minutes of sleep, we were not exactly primed for a long driving day. Luckily, this one was short—just three to four hours—and we decided to shake off the cobwebs with a visit to the falls visitor centre. Totally worth it: great views, great history, and just enough fresh air to convince our brains to keep functioning.
The drive toward the campground outside Quebec was smoother than yesterday—better pavement, less wind, and only downside was that I ended up doing most of the driving.
Every so often I check the home cameras to make sure the cats haven’t staged a coup. This time I spotted what I thought was a neighbourhood cat nosing around the deck and catio. After replaying it a few times, I’m now convinced it was the local bobcat dropping by for a look.
And the unexpected highlight of the day? Wandering into an IGA and discovering sushi in a tube. Yes. A tube. Canada continues to surprise.
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