Monday's memory...

Last Monday I didn't have the blog up because I was having one last minor surgery.  With luck this was my last hurdle before getting back to a more normal life, or at least one that involves seeing Dr.s on a far less frequent schedule.  The silver lining to that surgery was that it gave me something to write about today.  I am a firm believer that you have to be able to laugh at yourself, even on your "bad" days, so it is with that in mind that I tell you this story...

Fade in, fade out, fade back in....(no really, I was waking up from surgery and was fading in and out)  I was waking up slightly in a strange room with other people around me in steal sided beds, kind of like we all were in a Robin Cook novel, the lights turned low and people talking in hushed tones.  I became aware that there was something attached to my index finger, it was heavy by my groggy calculations and really needed to come off.  I lifted my hand and shook it vigorously which given my state was more like limp spaghetti dangling off a fork.  One of the hushed voices saw what I was trying to do and quietly said "no no, you need that".  I thought if it was that important I should see what it was, so I lifted my hand to my face to see.  Turns out it was a little white box with a pretty red light on it and I had only one thought pop into my head; "E.T. phone home", and I must have thought it out loud because the hushed voice at the head of my bed burst out laughing and couldn't seem to stop.  Since I adore the sound of laughter I must have drifted back to sleep because when I woke up next I was being wheeled out to recovery to sit with my husband, I still am not sure if I was deemed Okay to move to the next stage before going home or if I was kicked out for being disruptive.

I hope you are all having a fantastic Monday!

Michele
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