Reporting in Again

 More fun...NOT! Friend Raquel drove Fio to the surgery and helped her with her baggage, then waited till the operation was completed and drove your girl back to the house again.  The whole thing was mechanized to the extreme, but warmed by all the cheery nurses on the scene.

Of course, Fiorella emerged groggy and still is--but there is always tomorrow. Along the way, Son played the hero by interpreting the gobbledy-gook information page she had been sent home with and taking the establishment to task about Fio's allergies. Everything was made worse by your girl's bum knee, which has taken a turn for the worst. Translation: it's hard for her to stand up without help.

Oh, Lordy, so this is what it's going to be like when she gets her knee replaced in June.

Somewhere along the line, Fiorella fell into a heavy sleep which lasted most of the afternoon and was broken by an explosion of the usual irritating telephone telephone calls. Son disconnected them and, since he had telephone in hand, called the doctor's office because of your girl's continuing pain, where he was told that it would take a couple of weeks for her to heal and she'd continue experiencing the very pains that had driven her to an operation until everything healed. More fun....

Then there was the back and forth on Fio's medicine box, every pill of which she had dutifully reported earlier on, the substitute pill he had to run to Walgreens to pick up for her, and Fiorella's ravenous hunger in the late afternoon when she woke up after fasting since seven in the morning.

If none of this makes sense, it's because Fiorella's still groggy  and can't be sure of anything except pain, hunger, and disappointment.