I was drifting in a haze when I felt his cold fingers against my exposed shoulder. Slowly I half opened my eyes and I saw him there in his scrubs looking over me and smiling. Struggling to get my words out, I softly said, "I love you, doctor" and then closed my eyes.What??? What kind of drugs did they give me? Good lord. Did I really say that to him?
I awoke later and looked around. He was no where to be found. My very competent nurse came and checked on me. He adjusted a few things and and started disconnecting me a bit. Then the surgeon came back in with his chief resident (a witness this time?) to let me know that everything worked out great and I should be pleased with the outcome. Honestly, I had no doubts. I knew he would do a good job. BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I LOVE HIM. Ugh, and I have to go back and see him on Monday. Yikes! What else did I say?
Thank you to everyone for your emails, messages, and phone calls. Your support, as always, has meant the world to me.
