Forgive my radio silence. This dervish...she has been a-whirling. Details at some future time.
Tonight, my mind is on my father, who will undergo a surgery later this week. Of course, at his age it makes me anxious, but I have many reasons to stay positive, and so I will.
I am also heartened by his strict orders that I am to carry out this week:
When he awakes in the recovery room, I am to greet him with a Ben and Jerry's milkshake I have smuggled past the nurses' desk. I know that the promise of a stiff cup of coffee helps me out of bed most mornings so I am quite sure that indulging in a creamy milkshake will help him back on his feet.
Godspeed, Ben, Jerry, and Bill.
xoxo
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Karen, I hope your father sails through his surgery. About that milkshake - make sure he's not having any ill effects from anesthesia before you give it to him. I remember the day my mother gave me my favorite milkshake on the way home from having oral surgery under general anesthesia. Unfortunately, she did not have a barf bag (emesis basin, for those in the medical field!) in the car - need I say more?! :D
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jean! One of Dad's favorite expressions is: "discretion is the better part of valor" so I am waiting until the head nurse gives me the green light and then I can just pretend it's smuggled contraband. Everyone will be happy this way!
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