Recovering....
So I got my wisdom teeth pulled out on Monday. The last thing I remember, as the hygienist put an oxygen mask on me and as everything started to blur, was that little prayer in my head, the one that I always say.Its been four days since then and I am still recovering. Slowly but surely. I've been taken good care of. Very good care.
On a separate note, my very good friend S.'s grandmother passed away on Sunday. She was 91. My heart goes out to S.'s Mum, Annabelle. Its different between Mums and daughters. I can't even begin to imagine how she must feel. As I sit alone in my family room, once again, I close my eyes. And that same little prayer comes to mind.
On another separate note, the Fortune Cookie for today told me to make a journey over water to find what I seek.
But what do I really seek?
posted by S @ 12:44 PM
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