The most dangerous words Fiorella can utter are "I'm bored," which means she will soon be lookiing around for a way to amuse herself that maybe you don't approve of, especially if it is followed by the even-more-dangerous "I wonder what would happen if I....."
And Fio was bored to tears at the hospital yesterday morning. She'd written up notes for future blogs and put her belongings in order, but still, the hospital wouldn't release her because of red tape-- yards and yards of it. Your Fio had to be doubly and triply checked up on, and it all took way too much time as far as she was concerned. Older Son's birthday party was scheduled for noon.
Frustrated, Fio decided to hurry things along by going into the bathroom and exchanging her hospital gown for the the shorts and blood-stained shirt she'd worn into the sacred halls, a decision which had the double purpose of hurrying things along and amusing her. It was a challenge to squirm out of the sack-like hospital gown and into her own closer-fitting togs without jerking loose all the cords that had been stuck on her body and setting off an alarm that would bring a platoon of nurses running, but she did it, then walked out into the hall and told the nurse at the desk she was ready to go home. Of course, it wasn't as easy as that, but Fiorella would like to think she'd hurried things along. When she fianally joined the family for Son's BD party, she was only half an hour late.
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What is this" rest" that you speak of--
The one you want me to take?
Do you not understand I must carry on?
That the fate of the world is at stake?
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I've washed and fed
I've made the bed
Why so slow?
I'm ready to go!
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