Wednesday, April 1, 2009
It's fanny-ily over
When I brought Chuck to the hospital today, the nurses fussed and tittered around him. All five of them. They dressed him in a hospital gown that had two holes in it. A hose attached to the holes and blew warm, calming air all over his body. The nurses handed him the TV remote and asked if he would like a fresh pair of socks or his pillow fluffed.
He said yes.
Then they started the painkiller drip.
He lay back in bed and smiled.
That's when I raised my hand and said, "Excuse me, I'd like to check my butt in, too."
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