The Climax!

For you...people who are dirty-minded, no, that's not what it is. This is Joe again, in case you're wondering.

I just got off the phone with Mom, it's rang...ringed...rung...more times today than I remember, in the space limit of an hour. So we're watching You Me and Dupree, right? Great movie, but don't get me off topic.

Anywho, Mindy (Dad's friend from work) calls me up. I answer the phone, one foot slowly slipping off that big bouncy exercise ball thingy. She asks if the surgery's done, I say it is, and she tells us we can talk to her anytime. I hang up after saying goodbye.

That was a waste of space, but what the crap, I gotta type this out ASAP.

Less than a minute later, I swear, Mom's sister Denise calls us up. At first I thought she was asking for news on Mom, so I tell her the same thing as Mindy; the surgery's over, everything went fine. She interrupts me to say, "Do you want to talk to your mom? Her voice is really soft, though."




I nearly wet my jeans, no lie.

I turn to Dad and Nick, and ask them if they want to talk to Mom. Dad tells Nick to pick up the other phone so we can both talk to her at once.

Her voice sounds as if it's three yards away from the phone, as if a nurse thought she was contagious and wouldn't let her touch it. I am at a loss for words. Compared to Mom at this moment, Nick and I sound like we're shouting through megaphones.

Amazingly, even though this all happened less than five minutes ago, I can't remember any of what we said, except that I said I was going to update the blog (kept true to my word, obviously), and she asked to talk to Dad. So I hung up, then ran upstairs and got on the laptop. And here I am, typing these words.

POST SUMMARY: Loads of people are calling for news about Mom. The surgery went fine, she is recuperating for a few days in the hospital. We talked to Mom, and she sounds relieved that it's over.

One question: Can I have a hug? Either that, or some cold medicine. If ever there was a time to lose consciousness...it's now.

Joe