Now - I have had trouble with my periodes for years - I´ll not bother you with the gory, gross details - just
say that when the doctors suggested I should have my womb removed I applauded!
Then went home and got very scared ...
Never
the less - on Monday the 19th of (the merry month of) May 2003 I took a bus with my bags in hand and went out of town - to
Skejby University Hospital - a big sprawling complex north of my home town of Aarhus, Denmark.
Felling reasonably brave
- and having my private sweet - totally fictional - brave by my side *o*
I had suggested my luxurious Native American could
come along in my pocket ...
But after I almost sat on him that one time he was in the back pocket of my jeans having a
snooze my dear Johnny prefer to be beside me -o*
That way I could of course also get that much more of his very special
brand of comforting magic - hugs and kisses in bucket fulls!
... and deliver some to him - since the very sweet Johnny
was pretty worried himself something should happen to his favorite chicken ...
He *o*
He did mumbled at one point -
being busy before leaving home with finding a couple of books for me to read - "I would give my life for you, babe ..."
Then
he turned and looked at me with those wonderful eyes so serious they were almost crying "I would, you know - if it could help
..."
I quickly hurried over and hugged him tightly whispering "But I would much prefer you will live your life with
me, dweetie - as long as we can agree on. Live for me instead of dying - I can´t kiss you when you are dead"
And then quickly
kissed him a couple of times more just in case.
We finally got going - taking a couple of busses to get out there. We drove mostly in silence - being nervous
both of us I guess - but almost out at the hospital Johnny suddenly said sounding very happy "That must be a good omen!"
I
look over at him and said tiredly "What? You mean that Terry Pratchett´s "Death" will come get me if necessary - as a special
honour toward a fellow silly person?"
"No, Sweetiemeeps. See that magpie on the field - there - he must be here to watch out
for his relation - you, sweetie! The Goddess has send him to tell you you are soon flying again"
I smiled a bit - not
feeling so sure that was how it should be interpreted ...
But that is of course the troubles with omens ... They need
interpretation and that depends highly on the interpretor. In any case I agreed with a smile to cheer my sweetie
up a bit. And that cheered me up too ... *o*
Pretty soon though I was tucked up in a hospital bed waiting for people to
come and get me for the actual operation.
Johnny sat at my bedside and looked embarrassed while asking "Now - would you
very much like for me to be present during the operation? I mean - I suppose I could be but ... I am not that brave and -
and ..."
Here I interupted him with a kiss. Telling him he was as brave as he was suppose to be. Which made him smile a
bit while shaking his head though.
So I added "No, if you could stay until I sleep - and - and be there when I wake up
- or at least come to me soon after -then I would be very happy. ... as long as I am asleep I won´t notice whether you are
there or not anyway, baby"
Johnny agreed happily to that plan.
Later I did found out my silly sweetie had considered
its his duty towards me to stay and watch all the gruesome details after all ....
So when I finally woke up the first
I saw was the grey boring ceiling and the first I heard was some one crying helplessly beside me.
I managed - cross-eyed
with the very strong seditives - to focuse my eyes on Johnny´s dark head resting on my shoulder. His own shoulders was shaking
with his crying.
I trying to speak but my tongue hadn´t shown up for work yet. So instead I ventured to lift a very
heavy hand - wondering if I could make that funtion properly - and stroked Johnny´s soft hair gently.
After a little while
that action finally made him look up at me and then break out into the most radient, beautiful - no, make that adorable
- smile in the whole wide world ...
Somewhat like Gene Watson´s big smiles when he found out his baby hadn´t been killed
after all in Nick of Time.
So when my tongue finally did reported back for duty - after a sip or two of water I croaked
"Hi there, you ... Am I suppose to say I need to pee right about now like Spencer Armacost did ?"
"Shut up, baby girlie!"
Johnny mumbled with a little smile. And I obliged happily - even more so since he kissed me very thoroughly and even more
sweetly.
