tonight is our last night in CO and we are going to a rodeo. it will be my first.
It's very simple. He opened his eyes, very confused and groggy from the drugs and saw me sitting nearby, spouting nonsense (as instructed by the nurse) and said: "Oh, Mom.(like I'm a long lost friend) It's you! I love you, Mom." and promptly passed out. He has no memory of this. (Strangely enough, these are almost verbatim some of my dad's last words as he was dying of cancer...he got clearance from the tower, took off in his plane and began talking to departed loved ones...his mother died when he was seven.)
That was my treasure from 2003.
I compare this with my daughter's tooth (not wisdom)extraction, which required valium, nitrous oxide and ultimately scopalomine to knock her out. On the ride home, she told me that she was a triangle and attempted to open the car door as we drove down Hwy 17 at rush hour.
Once home, she successfully opened the car door (not easy with three arms) and hugged a camphor tree on her way to the front door. She then hugged the walls all the way to her bedroom where she slept for 16 hours.
After his sister had left the room then seven year old #1 son expressed to me that he believed his sister may have fallen in with the wrong crowd at school, because she might (just "might")have been taking drugs...
I saw a little bull riding on OLN last month. "You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din!"