While I will not dispute the fact that our munchkin was a little trooper yesterday and basically sailed into the operating theatre all smiles (which quickly faded thanks to a nitwit anaesthesiologist), she does have a tendency to milk any injuries, however minute, to the maximum.
Not much different this time: the bambi eyes are there, all brown and chocolatey, fringed with enormous dark lashes; the wan little crooked smile, the head slightly perched to the right...
But I understand her pain. I was summoned to the recovery room approx. 50 minutes after she went in. I could hear her moaning from the hallway, poor mite. There was some blood on her clothes and in her nose, and she was livid. Angry beyond compare... stamping her feet, tossing in the bed. I held her close, warm against my body, her cheeks red from the sleep-inducing syrup they gave her before the operation. At times, she would stretch her whole body rigid and scream. Not from pain, mind, but from anger at being handled in such a way.
So (so what?) I freely admit that I have been somewhat uninspired lately, and I have been reading some good books, an activity which usually tends to take up a lot of my time if the tome is not some useless drivel. I am currently engrossed in Stephen Fry's excellent "The Ode less Travelled".
I did promise Fresco that I would write a post on the contents of my handbag one of these four mornings, after mentioning that I even carried a curtain in it, so without further ado, and because of the fact that I can't think of anything else to post -
Yesterday, Mayor Gavin Newsom married Del Martin (87) and Phyllis Martin (83) in San Francisco, for real this time.
There is something extremely touching about this photo. And it is also a testimonial of their patience, commitment, and love. Not the only ones of course. Last year, my uncle and aunt were the only attendants and witnesses at the Canterbury wedding of their dear friends, Michael and John. They had been together for 23 years. Michael has since died from pulmonary emphysema, but at least, John had full access to him until his very last breath, as his acknowledged partner.
So here's a toast to all those people, who had to wait, and who can now make their dream come true!
Lula Bites
While I will not dispute the fact that our munchkin was a little trooper yesterday and basically sailed into the operating theatre all smiles (which quickly faded thanks to a nitwit anaesthesiologist), she does have a tendency to milk any injuries, however minute, to the maximum.
