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Though last night's sleep was a bit uneven (first being too hot and then too cold), I did eventually wake up to the alarm at 8. Brekkie was those mini cinnamon buns, 'nanas and a glass of prune juice. It was SO horribly cold out (though not reflected by the actual temp) that I had to close the balcony door at 10. I then crawled into bed, hoping to have a wee nap. No such luck, as I kept getting phone calls. So I struggled out of bed and re-watched yesterday's as well as last week's epis of Glee.
I also enjoyed John's weird combo soup (red beans, brocolli florets, beets) because it was hot. I took out my psychadelic (tangerine, mauve, iris blue, etc.) low-cut ruffled neck/sleeve blouse with matching sarong-scarf and decided to wear it under the black suede jumper, together with my short-sleeved black jacket. I added my curly pony-tail holder hairpiece and a tangerine flower in my hair. I also got out my vivid Hawaiian print purse and was ready to be picked up at 3:55. Well, after I put on my WINTER coat. Arrgghh. And after I'd swallowed an emergency Perc to counter the stirrings of skewering pain.
I was the first volunteer to arrive at the church before 5, so stayed outside enjoying the slightly weak sunshine. But the cold forced me in. After picking up my raffle tickie and dwinkie tickies and name tag, I chose two comfy armchairs near the front of the stage at a table for 6. My pew-mate John showed up eventually as did some people whom I didn't know (but I think they knew me).
Brent was there (post-op himself) and came up to me and asked how I was feeling. That was very sweet of him. I told him I had staples and asked about him. He had stitches. As he's still having to take it easy, he first thanked all of us and then said Grace from the stage before excusing himself to go back home.
I had three fruit-punch drinks, the second spiked with rum. Dinner was lasagna, salad and a buttered bun, with a piece of lemon cake for dessert. After dinner they gave out a whole bunch of raffle prizes, followed by a comic act. And then came more raffle prizes. I won one that had me jumping up in joy: it's a 30-minute massage session with someone who has magic fingers. He used to give me back massages often when I was at the information centre. The only problem: he lives beyond the city limits. Ack! What is it about these people living outside of Toronto?
Even though church-John was supposed to drive me home, my neighbours were there too and offered to take me. I got in around 9:11, reminded roommie-John of the outfit I'd worn (that he'd paid for), but he didn't remember it at all. Anyway, I really have to go to bed now, as I'll have lots to do tomorrow (show blog and finding a suitable hat for Brian's surprise). So, one pillsy or two? Decisions, decisions.
I also enjoyed John's weird combo soup (red beans, brocolli florets, beets) because it was hot. I took out my psychadelic (tangerine, mauve, iris blue, etc.) low-cut ruffled neck/sleeve blouse with matching sarong-scarf and decided to wear it under the black suede jumper, together with my short-sleeved black jacket. I added my curly pony-tail holder hairpiece and a tangerine flower in my hair. I also got out my vivid Hawaiian print purse and was ready to be picked up at 3:55. Well, after I put on my WINTER coat. Arrgghh. And after I'd swallowed an emergency Perc to counter the stirrings of skewering pain.
I was the first volunteer to arrive at the church before 5, so stayed outside enjoying the slightly weak sunshine. But the cold forced me in. After picking up my raffle tickie and dwinkie tickies and name tag, I chose two comfy armchairs near the front of the stage at a table for 6. My pew-mate John showed up eventually as did some people whom I didn't know (but I think they knew me).
Brent was there (post-op himself) and came up to me and asked how I was feeling. That was very sweet of him. I told him I had staples and asked about him. He had stitches. As he's still having to take it easy, he first thanked all of us and then said Grace from the stage before excusing himself to go back home.
I had three fruit-punch drinks, the second spiked with rum. Dinner was lasagna, salad and a buttered bun, with a piece of lemon cake for dessert. After dinner they gave out a whole bunch of raffle prizes, followed by a comic act. And then came more raffle prizes. I won one that had me jumping up in joy: it's a 30-minute massage session with someone who has magic fingers. He used to give me back massages often when I was at the information centre. The only problem: he lives beyond the city limits. Ack! What is it about these people living outside of Toronto?
Even though church-John was supposed to drive me home, my neighbours were there too and offered to take me. I got in around 9:11, reminded roommie-John of the outfit I'd worn (that he'd paid for), but he didn't remember it at all. Anyway, I really have to go to bed now, as I'll have lots to do tomorrow (show blog and finding a suitable hat for Brian's surprise). So, one pillsy or two? Decisions, decisions.
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The great thing about my friend is that he will also do massages over a thin layer of clothing. This is not merely or only a gesture towards modesty. Because, if I'm wearing a thin layer of silk or satin, then he doesn't have to put sticky goop on my body as the material will act as both a conductor of heat (hear me moan) and a diminisher of friction. Considering what I just endured at the hospital, I can see him spending the entire time concentrating on my back. All I have to worry about is how to get to his place out of town. But oh, SO very worth it!