Sunday, November 6, 2016

LEAVING SHANDS

The kidney stone surgery was over; I was out of Recovery and back in my room.  I was in pain.  A lot of pain.  I felt dreadful.  The phone rang.  I knew it had to be Paul.  As soon as I heard his voice, I burst into tears.

"I feel so terrible and it's an hour until my pain shot and I can't stand it.  I don't want to be brave and cheerful anymore.  I'm NOT brave or cheerful.  I want to go home!"  I went on and on and couldn't stop.  Paul murmured comforting words and I couldn't stop sobbing and sniveling.  We talked for a long time and at last the sweet nurse came in and gave me a pain shot.  Paul kept talking softly until I fell asleep.  The next day I felt no better.  Meals consisted of watery brown soup and Jello.  I hate Jello even now.  I was poking at the green Jello with my spoon in spiteful jabs when someone came in.  I looked up and saw my husband who had taken three different planes to get from Monroe to Gainesville.  My husband who hated to fly and said the Rosary many times when in the air.

"You must really like me," I said.  He smiled.

We spent the day together.  Paul regaled me with stories of rehearsals and Paul could always tell a good story and make me laugh.  The show had already been cast before he got there and not always wisely.  The beautiful Tuptim who sang the show's loveliest songs with her forbidden lover was being played by a very plain girl in glasses who couldn't sing very well.  Several blond teenagers had been cast as the brunette wives of the King of Siam and would all have to dye their hair.  The dancer playing Eliza was so buxom that when she leaped from one ice floe to another, her gigantic breasts bobbed up and down in a most distracting fashion. By this time I was laughing so hard I thought I would burst my stitches

"But most dancers are rather flat chested," I said.

"Not this one," said Paul.  "Not this one."

Late that night after Paul had left to begin his long, long return trip to Monroe, I lay awake thinking that soon I would leave this place, cured, and I would never have another kidney stone in my life.

And that is exactly what happened.

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