![]() I mean, there's still a hole in my leg, after all) and when I'm sitting at home on the couch I can leave it uncovered. I was also told I could shower with it uncovered if I want (not too sure about that just yet. I go back Friday, Vicodin swallowed, and they'll probably stitch it up. But I won't have another one of those until Friday! Taking it so early every morning so Joe can pack it before work or every other day it getting packed at early morning doctor's appointments means force-feeding myself before I'm hungry for breakfast and taking a pill that doesn't mix well with riding in a car. Huzzah! I must still sit around with it elevated as much as possible, but I think a quick trip to the store is in my near future! No more packing means no more Vicodin and that is great news in my eyes. I am so very pleased with this new doctor's office! Anyhow, the hole in my leg is officially too shallow to pack now. She stopped us as we were leaving to apologize for missing my appointment. I had an appointment with the NP but she was stuck in traffic. I never in a million gazillion billion trillion years would have thought she would remember that and pull it out for use at such an appropriate time! We all went into the bathroom and said our goodbyes and as the toilet flushed, she again quoted Finding Nemo, "In fishy heaven, the sharks don't have teeth." And then she asked, "Do you think turtles go to fishy heaven?" And then followed with, "Now we can get a new fish and name it Pear!"Īll we are is dust in the wind. HANA: (Quoting Finding Nemo) Well, all drains lead to the ocean! We should flush him down the toilet! ME: So what do you think we should do with him? Where should we put him? ME: So we want to keep him in water, right? (Anticipating her reaction to flushing him down the toilet) So let's think about this. HANA: (Taking this surprisingly well!) Oh, okay! So we've actually don't a really good thing by giving him a nice, happy home until he went to fishy heaven. JOE: (Thinking fast) Well, when mommy bought him, the lady at the store told her that Flurry was really old. ME: (Thinking to myself, 'Well, from the looks of his water, it had been about a month since it was last cleaned.') It was just his time to go. JOE: Mommy and I are very sad to tell you that Flurry has gone to fishy heaven. ME: (Heartbroken at the look on her face and having no idea how this will turn out.) Everything's okay, sweetie. JOE: Mommy and I have something to tell you. JOE: Hana, can you come here for a second? In the end we ended up telling her and it went a little something like this. Have you met this kid? Joe seemed more interested in wondering if we could fool her than anything else. But that decision did not sit well with me. Since it is so close to Christmas and Hana even picked out a present for Flurr that is currently under the tree, our first instinct was to get a new fish and not let her know. To tell her or not, that was the question. I rushed to tell Joe and we started to devise a plan. This morning I found poor little Flurry afloat. ![]()
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