Trouble Jr.

My mini-supermodel girl underwent surgery today to repair torn tendons in her hand. You see, she was carrying a glass of water down a short flight of stairs and her flip-flops banana-peeled right out from under her. She slammed into a wall, breaking the glass in her hand. Literally.

She's tough like her mama, so she didn't blink an eye at the injections and IV and whatnot. Came out of anaesthesia none the worse for wear; complaining about her cast, remarking on how cute her doctor is, and demanding Burger King, all while dressing herself with her "good" arm. She's just fine.

The nurses all thought I was her sister, which is cheering. Still, I'm not her sister and I was spine-tingly-dingly nervous the whole 2 1/2 hours.

She just left, having turned one of my good scarves into a makeshift sling for her "ugly" cast. Off to hang out with friends, as if she wasn't under general anaesthesia for most of the day. Ah, to be 15 again.

I guarantee that, after my procedure tomorrow, I will be a complete waste of carbon. Maybe I can talk Superfly boyfriend into posting for me.

Hope all is well with LB, Rackerella, and TWJones! Much love, yo!