What? Surgery? I only wanted to look at the moon! I have tons of kids to test this week and I need both hands to do my job! No one was listening. I soon gave consent to be mildly sedated and was told I would have a "nice sleep". I was given a disgusting narcotic known as Ketamine and was soon soaring through tunnels at rapid speeds and hearing muffled voices. At one point I thought . . . is this is what it feels like to die? Do I need to tell them I don't think I can breathe? Along with a zillion other thoughts. This was not a "nice sleep". Soon my soaring slowed down and my husband's concerned face came into view . . .well, his two faces came into view. I also had something heavy on my chest which was two left arms. Here is one of them!
I am learning that a week with one arm is difficult and it makes me in awe of the many handicapped individuals who live life daily with challenges. In case you are wondering how I came up with the name for this post, I must tell you that I am taking nothing stronger than extra strength Tylenol! I adore playing Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata in C sharp minor and I was looking at the moon so it fits. Of course, since I fell flat and did it in a major way, I took liberties and changed the key. I don't think Beethoven would have minded!
Blessings from Still Woods
Please excuse any typos. Typing with one hand is quite a task!
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