COMMUNICATION in Postcards 4

• Both kids are very angry with me for not letting them know how ill I have been. Once I got ready for bed, the calls started coming in. I told them repeatedly that they could read all about it on my blog. Milaka got angrier, and Margot even called me this morning about it. They have computers tho old, and both have modern cell phones. They can get this blog on their cells.
• Bobbie called three times.
• On yesterday’s blog, I showed a variety of images, and only William knew who they were. I am hoping that William will know who this angry bloke is today. Thank you William.
• Yesterday. Made it to the hospital 15 minutes early. Registered. Surgery waiting room. Walked to a room in the pre-op area, gowned, plugged into an IV with a mild sedative, yet when the doc came in, I was able to tell him that I was afraid. Not of the surgery mind you, but what the surgery would find.
• Surgery nurse was another Comic Con fan. Had a nice talk with the Anesthesiologist. I liked her. Told her about my glued in tooth…not to lean on it please.
• Rolled into surgery. Couldn’t lift myself onto the table…rolled and that worked.
• Woke in the post-op room. Very awake. One of the painkillers they gave me must have had a reverse effect. Recovery room awake early.
• Doctor reported that one of the nodule restricted the access to my airway hence the coughing. Got biopsies of everything.
• All the nurses and doctors were wonderful. Jell-O and crackers. G was wonderful.
• Vicious sore throat this morning, and my glued in tooth still with me.
• This morning, more calls saying I had to phone them. I didn’t’ say a word about both of them living down the street and never calling me for years.
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• Himself: Woork early for a stuck finger, spot on back.


• Myself: Working here. Finding out how phone users can access blogger, and going with G.


• Photo: George and I am laughing.


• Reading: ”North to the Orient.”


• Gratitude’s: G was with me all day yesterday.