Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Don't lose your head...
Something that just made me laugh, while pretending to study :
"Tonsillectomy may be carried out by dissection, or by the guillotine..."
Riiii-iight.
Oh, wait. Turns out the guillotine is the name of a surgical instrument... heh heh heh.
*****
He turned his eyes briefly as he drove, and glanced at her as she slept.
She was at her most peaceful, her most simple... her most honest when she slept.
He felt it almost a pity.
*****
"Didn't sleep till four..." she said.
"Gosh. What were you doing?" his hands on the wheel, the question erupted unpremeditated, reflex-like. Just a simple question.
a pause.
"Things that I like."
He waited.
Silence.
*****
Reading her blog for - he will confess - the first time (although she was a very, very famous blogger... he was never really into chasing down fame... in fact, in a strange way the media-love was almost enough to make him not want to read) he discovered a solemn truth.
A growth, the doctors called it, near the pancreas. Benign, on scan.
He wished he had known before he met her; heck he wished he had known who he was going to meet but with his typical goldfish memory, all he knew was that he was meeting two cute dogs and a warrior woman. Plus a few other people...
So now he knows. Good luck with that operation, LMD. I know a bit too much to be able to not worry... but I hope everything, and I mean everything goes smoothly. Before, during, and after.
And for heaven's sakes next time don't eat or drink before the CT... it can screw up the scan results. :) For all you know, the growth they saw was a piece of popiah...
Just kidding.
"Tonsillectomy may be carried out by dissection, or by the guillotine..."
Riiii-iight.
Oh, wait. Turns out the guillotine is the name of a surgical instrument... heh heh heh.
*****
He turned his eyes briefly as he drove, and glanced at her as she slept.
She was at her most peaceful, her most simple... her most honest when she slept.
He felt it almost a pity.
*****
"Didn't sleep till four..." she said.
"Gosh. What were you doing?" his hands on the wheel, the question erupted unpremeditated, reflex-like. Just a simple question.
a pause.
"Things that I like."
He waited.
Silence.
*****
Reading her blog for - he will confess - the first time (although she was a very, very famous blogger... he was never really into chasing down fame... in fact, in a strange way the media-love was almost enough to make him not want to read) he discovered a solemn truth.
A growth, the doctors called it, near the pancreas. Benign, on scan.
He wished he had known before he met her; heck he wished he had known who he was going to meet but with his typical goldfish memory, all he knew was that he was meeting two cute dogs and a warrior woman. Plus a few other people...
So now he knows. Good luck with that operation, LMD. I know a bit too much to be able to not worry... but I hope everything, and I mean everything goes smoothly. Before, during, and after.
And for heaven's sakes next time don't eat or drink before the CT... it can screw up the scan results. :) For all you know, the growth they saw was a piece of popiah...
Just kidding.
