Brain Surgery

Well, I have to admit that the details are still a bit sketchy in my own mind but I did apparently have brain surgery this week. Either that, or my hairdresser has played a terrible trick on me.

I'm still trying to catch up on exactly what happened, but in the meantime, here are some of my more humorous comments during the ordeal. (Happily recorded for you by my dear Jefry.)

"How did you get here?" (asking me)
I said, "Katie drove me. I started driving, but then switched to go to Vegas, picked up my mom at at a Wendy's, or something. There was this boy named Simon that was in the backseat on the way to Vegas, but got lost. He went down the hallway, and I pushed the black button, and he disappeared. His dad was mad at me because he disappeared."

When switching hospital rooms from ICU to regular, Jef asked me if I knew where we were. I said, "We left someplace, and we went the wrong way. I saw some people that were taking off their pants, or something, and Jef said, "I hope it wasn't embarrassing." And I said, "I don't think I was paying attention." "Good job," said Jef. Thanks

"The ducktape tried to save me when I went through a hole in the fence, but the secretary girl got mad at me."

"What did we do with the grouchy doctor? Is he still in the bathroom? He thought he could drive better than us."

"I thought we decided this last night with astronomy."
"What did we decide?"
"How many people have your name."

When trying to leave the hospital room at 5am, I said, "Momma needs me in the kitchen." I apparently couldn't find the kitchen, so I came back to the hospital room and went to sleep.

"So are Tom Hanks and Eddie Murphy still at our house?"

"Are you going back into that hole with the fish and the tomatoes?"

"I tried to stay friends with the reading light guy."
"What guy?"
"The one across from me in the blood-taking room."