Some of you will remember a little hole in the wall night club in Jackson where people hung out back in the 80s. I’ve been doing time for the last seven days at The Recovery Room again – wearing one of those lovely backless dressing gowns made of the same vintage fabric I recall from our Thanksgiving dinner table around 1952, “ugly” is too nice a word to use!
This whole surgical experience is beyond strange. Two little ladies I have nicknamed “the Keystone Cops” show up about midnight to unplug all my tubes so the next batch of nurses have to mop up and redo everything. Someone from the Romper Room set comes in three times a day and together we blow through whistles.
Alarms sound every time I move and people come running. I never had so much attention in my life – even if it’s unwanted. Thanks for all your notes of encouragement. The doctor has me on medication to help me rest, so if you want to check in on me please wait until I get home to Starkville later this week.