I told my surgeon this morning that I am growing old with him! I have known him for years, he is a great guy with a great sense of humor, especially, for being a military surgeon. This time, I promised him that I wouldn't take my cell phone in the OR and ask him to take messages. Last time I did. I remember him saying when he heard the phone ringing, " she has a cell phone!" I remember, asking him, " take a message okay?" Then, heard him telling my son, " can she call you back, she is alittle busy."
We laugh about it. The nurse in the examining room was lost and didn't have a clue what we were laughing and talking about.
The ugly little monster called, NHL, might had reared his ugly head again, this time in a somewhat dangerous place, the side of my neck, my throat. So, since, I don't take too kindly looking like Frankenstein with a bolt (just not sexy), and even if I didn't mind, it has to come out. I have a fear of not waking up, but he assured me, he doesn't have that fear for me. So, when I wake up I will post here, and bug you all, especially, my friend, Ian. lol. We will have an outrageous debate on something good. So, think about a good topic Ian.
I don't mind it if you send a prayer my way. Infact, I would appreciate it, cause, I got this great grandson, I got to be here for and great kids, really great sons, and, someday...
I want to be a Mrs. again. That way, I won't have to fix the cars.