Showing posts with label storiies. Show all posts
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Thursday, March 26, 2009

AND THEN THERE WERE NONE

Before the great tonsil-removing surgery--and the doctor did mean "great"--as in great big. The adenoids had to come out too.
After surgery. And I hear it just got worse. Gilmore Girl said she looked over at Curly Sue tonight and the tears were dripping off her face. So she gave her some of the $157.00 liquid pain medication and she felt better. Poor little lamb.
The price of the medicine had Mom's tears dripping off her face too, I think.

Get better, Curly Sue. I'm working on a new story. We will sit in the lawn swings, you can lie with your head in my lap and I will tickle your back and tell you all about it. It has a secret cave in it.

That is, we'll do this if spring ever does actually come.
But look, a robin. Surely that is a good sign.

And his friend. Yes, surely spring is on it's way and you will feel better soon. And we will tell stories and maybe by then you can even handle a piece of rhubarb. I know you're trying so hard to like it. Get better soon.

Much love,

Grandma and Grandpa, too