GOING UNDER THE KNIFE.....

Well, they all better be good looking if that's the last thing I see before they put me under! I'm having a procedure done as an out-patient at St. Jude tomorrow, nothing serious, but just need something removed that shouldn't be there, and then they'll do a D&C (dust and clean, as my mother would say) while they're in there, and it shouldn't take more than an hour. Then I'm off to my mother's house to recuperate - mothers are the best at taking care of their young, and she does a wonderful job. I remember in 2nd grade, while going to Catholic school, my teacher, a nun, sat me in a chair out in the hallway without any explanation, I thought I'd done something wrong (those nuns had a way of intimidating the crap out of anyone, especially a 2nd grader). Then my mom showed up and I thought I was in big trouble. We went straight to the doctor and I found out I had German measles. So I missed two weeks of school, my Mom bought me my first Mr. Potato Head, and my Dad made me a puppet stage for him, and it turned into a wonderful memory of just being taken care of, and there's nothing more soothing than that!