As you probably all know, I’ve been fighting what turned out to be a somewhat tough flu bug… not your 24 hr variant. I saw this and laughed. but it triggered a memory for me.
Hey Doug, women soon lose all their inhibitions when they give birth. I’ll never forget my Anaesthetist for an emergency Caesarian when I had my first baby. He was 6’2" bald, built like a brick with tattoos up and down his arms and neck, ears and nose pierced; looked like he should have been a bouncer in a nightclub
Somehow (fever?, I had a good one) I let the Profession and the procedure get registered, then blurred as I focused on ‘my first baby’… and the description… Only bit of fun all week Some baby.
I finally got it read correctly thank you… the memory comes from when my mom was taken into hospital for a C section on my younger brother.
They told her they were sorry, but it would be a still birth but they needed him out NOW. She said she was sad but knew what was needed… and so they went to work… as soon as she was opened up and he was freed up, he kicked the surgeon so hard that the doctor (an old hand at this) almost dropped him since he was positive of the original diagnosis…
During a lull in the proceedings, mom looked over at the anesthesiologist If she could have her epidural sometime… and SOON. He was aghast and did things quickly but she did her it’s a boy… I can’t even imagine being half way through a C section and still conscious and watching… yech.
Mom was 5’ 2", 140 lbs. Brother was big… not sure his length (seems to be a modern idea) and was a whopping 12 lbs 13 oz…
Anyway it’s all history now… but that memory helped focus me a bit on getting back to living… I’m now trying to find the best method to clear away the weird sensations and results from whatever it was. Actually have made most of the way through today… although yesterday was a disaster almost.
Thursday I ventured a comment to ham friends that I woulld try to see them Friday morning… I was up and dressed, cleaned up a fair bit, and I was on my way and stopped to get some breakfast at a local fast food . while I was there I heard a guy ask If they had the Sunday paper… and I said it was only Friday… and he said NO it is Sunday morning… and was right. I was a day early for the next coffee meet… or several days late if you meant Friday.
Sort of what I’ve been dealing with… but things are tracking properly and much better… two breakfasts and other meals are helping and the sleep is helping a lot.
Speaking of which… I need a nap before supper. Thanks for being a concerned shoulder of support… in a way.