| June 2007 | ||||||
| Sun | Mon | Tue | Wed | Thu | Fri | Sat |
| 1 | 2 | |||||
| 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 |
| 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 |
| 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 |
| 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 |
| May Jul | ||||||
Sunday, June 10, 2007Bergamot!
A bottle of water is sitting in front of me, and I know I should drink it. I'm full, although I'm hungry, and it just doesn't seem all that important to drink it right now, but Trudy will be coming around the corner soon, so I need to finish it pronto.
Somewhere in the surgery instructions, they must say that I need to hydrate well. Trudy read all that stuff, and I told myself I eventually would, but I haven't. She knows what she's talking about, and I've been a lame patient all day, so excuse me while I drink...
...ok. That done, let me tell you what I intended to say.
Bergamot! Lavender explosions of color lining the fence row in the backyard. Narrow toothy leaves on slender stems of green bending over from the weight of the blossoms. A blanket of fuzzy purple (if you'll let me group the color "lavender" into the category "purple", which has gotten me into trouble before). Look at them standing there!
This is my favorite time of the blooming year, when the Bergamot that Bill down the street gave us explodes for a few days and make it look like we actually know what we're doing in the garden. The blossoms might not be here when I get back from the hospital, and even if they are, I suspect I won't be wandering back there for a good while. So forgive me if I roll my eyes at the wonder of the Bergamot.
So what do you know, Trudy comes wandering around the corner just then, and I hold up my EMPTY bottle for her, expecting a word of praise or congratulations. But no, she comes around the corner bearing a great glass of water and three horrid tasting pills. Lucky thing that bottle was empty, that's all I can say. The hospital might have been admitting me earlier than I intended.
That is all, for a while.
10:09:06 PM permalink: [
]
feedback: 
comments: []
Pre-surgical Hunger
I'm not a particularly gentle man to be around when I'm hungry. I wonder if they realized that at the hospital. My last allowed meal was this morning, migas with cheese and corn tortilla, but the anti-biotics they have me on where making me queasy then, and I left a dollop of refried beans on my plate, something I have never done before.
Lunch was pudding, which filled me up fine but of course didn't last, and as that was the last non-clear-liquid food I was able to have, I now find myself hungry and correspondingly grouchy.
So the rest of the household are in the dining room listening to jazz and playing Scrabble, and I'm along in this cave typing out last minute emails for work and generally trying to make the hunger go away.
The sad thing is this: it's only now 10:00pm, and the surgery isn't until after noon tomorrow. There's a long way to go between now and then. I'll try to behave. Wish me luck. Wish the rest of the household luck!
9:53:47 PM permalink: [
]
feedback:
comments: []
