Sitting

While I was in surgery and that evening and the next day, my mom came and took care of me. During my procedure she sat, waiting. Just in case.

A fellow tribe member made the comment that no matter how old we get, sometimes we just need our mommies. This is true for me, but I think it has only a little bit to do with the fact that she’s my mommy and much more to do with the fact that she’s a woman and my friend. She’s always there for me, but she’s there for her girlfriends as well.

Women do that. Sit, I mean. We sit and wait. Just in case.

We don’t do it because we think anything will go wrong. We sit and wait, just in case, because it is a way to show each other how much we love each other, how much we respect and care about each other. It’s just a thing we do. When we ask each other, “Will you come and sit with me?” we all know that’s what we’re talking about and, believe me, it isn’t about having a ride home.

Women know that when you’re in surgery, you just need to know somebody’s sitting out there, reading a book and looking at the clock, waiting. Not worrying about her job and wondering when she can get back to the office. Sitting. Waiting. Just in case.

You know my mom was out there, sitting for me, but what you don’t know is that one of my mom’s friends came and sat with her. She was there for my mom, not for me. She was sitting and waiting, for my mom. Just in case.

New Nose is Good Nose

Saw the doc today and the verdict is that I broke the darn thing in three places and the cartilage is, as I thought, shoved into a little folded ball in one nostril. Yes, it does feel just that comfortable, too.

Surgery next Wednesday.

Albuquerque? I'll be there.

Will I run? I think so. I'll let you nose.

Give Me Grace

I was going to have cosmetic surgery until I noticed that the doctor's office was full of portraits by Picasso. At least my nose is in the center of my face. With this guy, I could wake up and it could be in a guitar. – Rita Rudner

The recent lack of weight toward the bottom of my body has apparently caused my top to overbalance. I'd like to say this was caused by my boobs, but apparently it was my nose, because on Saturday evening I had the luck to land schnoz-first on the top step of my back stairs.

If you've never broken your nose, let me tell you that it is amazing how many people wave their arms about, or swing things near, other people's faces. I have just recently become (hyper) aware of this fact. Luckily, injuring one's nose creates a corresponding quickening of reflexes.

I have x-rays this afternoon, then a consultation with a specialist later this week. I'll keep you posted.