These were the words of the anesthesiologist as she and my nurse wheeled me back to the operating room. I’d just been given my “margarita cocktail” via IV and she informed me I would be able to answer questions and respond to commands, but wouldn’t remember a thing. Man, talk about blackmail material. Oh, the stories she could tell…
This was last Friday when I had outpatient surgery. Nothing major just something that I should have done a long time ago. But like the leaky faucet and the squeaky door we learn to live with, I just learned to live with my “issues”. After all if you never get those glimpses of feeling great, you really don’t know what you’re missing. Sounds crazy, but that’s the way it’s been for the past year.
During this time I was blessed with the tremendous support of my family, Bible study friends, church friends, and writer friends. I truly felt the prayers of each of you and I don’t think I’ve ever been so at peace.
Especially while wearing a backless gown …
I thank God for the circle of friends He’s placed in my path. It’s wonderful to have such praying faithful women as friends. Your cards, letters, and support meant a lot. Thank you…
la·gniappe (lnyp, ln-yp) n. Chiefly Southern Louisiana & Mississippi 1. A small gift presented by a storeowner to a customer with the customer's purchase. 2. An extra or unexpected gift or benefit. I hope these entries give you a little something extra with posts about this southern gal living in the north, about writing, author interviews, new releases, and occasional photos from my photography sojourns. Thanks for reading!
