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