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.

hugs and kisses

Dear Dr. Faustina, how are you today?

I do hope this text finds you well.
I must say that I am concerned about your mental health. You have been cooped up in your place since Wednesday.
Will she go stir crazy?

Will she have cabin fever?
Images of spontaneous combustion flash in my head!
Mrs. Rogers is in Atlanta right now and will not be back until later this week.
Would you care for the return of your horseless carriage today?

Well this text is getting kinda long.
Guess I had better get it in the mail.

Hugs and kisses,
bfe