TRAMBLINGS...

Mom made it through the second surgery but post-op has not been a walk in the park. My sisters and I continue to try to keep it in perspective. Laughter helps. Yesterday, on my way back to the airport, I stopped by the hospital for a quick visit. Mom was in and out, clearer than she has been but still a little woozy. Our conversations reflect that.

Here's the one from yesterday.

MOM: Can you get that pony out of here?
ME: Sure. Just let me fix your blankets.

She falls asleep and when she wakes up.

MOM: Is that pony gone?
ME: Yep, I got him out of here awhile ago.
MOM: Did he give you any trouble?
ME: He wasn't any trouble at all. He listened really well. Like Kobe.
MOM: What did he say when you told him he had to go?
ME: Not much.
MOM: Good. Make sure he doesn't come back.

But, honestly, my favorite moment of drugged communication was a couple weeks ago when she woke up long enough to order my sister and I to, "Call Sprint and tell them to bring me my bed pan." My sister, the most even-tempered woman on the planet responded (without missing a beat) "I already called. They're on their way."

Why Sprint? Why not AT&T or Verizon? She doesn't even use Sprint.

Comedy in the middle of the horror. Every time I think of that sleepy demand it makes me laugh. When we told her about it later she shared a good laugh with us after searching our faces to see if we were pulling her leg. We weren't but once in awhile I wonder if she's pulling ours.

Until next time...

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