Wednesday, December 5, 2012

get well soon


Tonight, I was given a postcard.
And I remembered.
I remembered you asked for my address while we were in the waiting room. I started to give it to you, then my name was called and I had to go.
I remembered that you kissed me on the top of my head when time came for you to leave my pre-surgery room.
That was a very sweet surprise.
I had sweet dreams when I went under that morning.
Thank you.

Thank you for taking such excellent care of me during a difficult time for me.
And thank you for the postcard.

1 comment:

faustina said...

That card - and the care of me - were granted by the bfe, that magical physicist.
Good times...