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wThe World is my Oyster |
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I've forgotten what it feels like to be normal.
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wTuesday, January 07, 2003 |
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Up, Up and AWAY !!!
i get so frustrated when i can't think of a funny title for my bloggs. =( today's title is a good example.I just named it that because i had another vision of Dr. Vokshoor as a superhero when he came striding down the hallway for the second time....his cape, er...surgical gown taking flight. =) i have quite a vivid imagination, you know.
You know whats the worst thing? well, besides stepping on something wet with your socks on.....is getting a bloody nose in the shower ! i mean, that just really sucks. Your hair is all soapy and its running into your eyes, your body is all wet and slippery and the floor is a dangerous place, and you just don't have the capability to stop the bleed at that moment in time. So you kind of have to....wait it out, like a freakin' horror movie. The blood dribbles over the little cupid's bow in your lip, and you gotta do this weird tilting thing to make sure it doesnt go in your mouth, and the blood drips and splatters on the floor.......yuck....
So my dad had his second surgery last night. It went great, and hopefully within a week my dad can come home. My dad is so homesick that everytime i say "i'll be right back" he says "take me with you".....and he's not really kidding. Even with all the I.V.'s and pulse monitors and stuff connected to his body, he's all shuffling to get out of bed to go home. =( My poor dad. Hopefully everything is ok, his neck is stable now with 4 new bolts added from the back.....As for the myeloma, we're still waiting for the pathology reports, but Dr. Vokshoor thinks that it might not be myeloma, and just a really really vicious infection. =D i hope so ! Its funny, i almost know so, because i lot of people have been praying for me, and i know that they cant steer us the wrong way.
The worst part of the whole night was when my dad was in the process of waking up from the anesthesia. He kept asking my mom why Raymond wasn't here. He was like..." where is Raymond? Why didn't he come? Didnt he want to see me?". My mom tried to keep herself composed, and tell him that he didnt come because he was far away....but when my dad kept asking, the pain took over her whole being and her face crumpled up into a heap of wrinkles and tears. It hurt so incredibly much to see my mother that way......and i pondered that if ever i was to be stabbed directly in the heart with a long, dull, rusty blade, the feeling would be intensely familiar. When my dad saw the both of us crying, he looked so confused, and the second he caught on......his face crumpled up.....and started crying too.
yeah.
it was tough.
But the worst is over now.....hopefully.
I had a somewhat enlightening experience while driving today. It was the most beautifully hot day in the middle of winter, and i got so sick and tired of this mainstream commercial music crap they play nowadays, that i popped in my favorite Vivaldi CD. Haha....i had the windows down, and i was blasting it too. I think my neighboring vehicular passengers might have thought i was somewhat crazy. But it was so nice ! it kind of took away all the bad, and i took time to notice how beautiful things are, stuff that we take for granted. Such as....the way the leaves glitter in the sun when the wind blows, the lovely way strong sun rays pierce through holes in the clouds, and the smell of fresh air. =) haha....i'm so weird. Ciao, bella ! ( heehee.....hi cookie ....i tell you, youre so romantic...)
posted by
Laura at 10:34 PM
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