Tuesday, June 14, 2011
I had another hastily-scheduled surgery on Friday (basically the follow-up to my 2008 hysterectomy), so I missed a whole weekend of Bingo – but I didn’t miss hearing from a couple of my best-buddy residents.
Ray McDade sent concerned emails asking how I was doing and expressing sympathy for my future of fake hormones. And when my son and I got home today from my first actual outing (to buy more bandaids!), I had a phone message from Bill Crowell.
“Ray told me you were in the hospital,” Bill said. “And that you had a litter of kittens.”
It took me a minute, but then I laughed out loud. It hurt, but in a very, very good way.
I had another hastily-scheduled surgery on Friday (basically the follow-up to my 2008 hysterectomy), so I missed a whole weekend of Bingo – but I didn’t miss hearing from a couple of my best-buddy residents.
Ray McDade sent concerned emails asking how I was doing and expressing sympathy for my future of fake hormones. And when my son and I got home today from my first actual outing (to buy more bandaids!), I had a phone message from Bill Crowell.
“Ray told me you were in the hospital,” Bill said. “And that you had a litter of kittens.”
It took me a minute, but then I laughed out loud. It hurt, but in a very, very good way.
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