A doctor did see me the next day, and said the backlog from the power outage should be caught up by 3pm, and I could eat anything I wanted then. After the operation. Roger\u2019s family didn\u2019t visit him that day, which was all well and good cause they would have found him across the hall in Sherri\u2019s room. I admit I was in there too, though I felt a bit predatory about it. Roger however, was in his element.<\/p>\n
A man came in to take a blood sample from Sherri and she turned to Roger and said \u201cDistract me from the pain please.\u201d He leaned in like he was gonna kiss her and just hovered above her face, whispering \u201cShould I do it? Should I not? Do you want me to kiss you?\u201d Damn that boy was smooth beyond his age, and it did have the desired effect of distracting her, it was distracting me too. Part of me wished I\u2019d thought of that, but the best I could do was keep watch at the door in case this was when her husband came back.<\/p>\n
I cannot tell you whether Roger kissed his so-called cousin or not, though he would want me to say he did. The intern finished taking his sample and looked at us both a bit sternly saying \u201cYou boys should behave yourselves.\u201d Then he left. I heard the food lady coming down the hall and decided I\u2019d go stand at the opposite end of the hall till she left. I couldn\u2019t even look at food at that point it hurt too much to know I couldn\u2019t have it. When she got to the end of the hall, she told me she\u2019d sneaked an extra tray out of the kitchen just for me. I told her I knew for sure I was due in surgery in a few hours and dared not eat it. I asked her to leave it by my bed and told Roger to leave it the hell alone. He knew what I was on about cause he said \u201cHell son, it was just Jello.\u201d I started to say \u201cIt wasn\u2019t just the Jello\u2026\u201d when we were both distracted by loud voices and something being thrown in Sherri\u2019s room. We stuck our heads out and nurses were dashing in to see what had happened. The head nurse pushed us back in our room and closed our door. \u201cStay in here till we see what\u2019s what.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought gossip about Roger\u2019s escapades across the hall had gotten back to her husband and I said so to Roger. He looked scared and uncertain for the first time since I\u2019d met him and he slipped his jeans and shoes on under his gown and got ready to make a run for it. I couldn\u2019t think of anything to say that would be helpful so I shared one of my dad\u2019s ol\u2019 say-ins: \u201cDon\u2019t coon-dog what\u2019s already been tree\u2019d Roger, don\u2019t coon-dog what\u2019s already been tree\u2019d.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was prepped for surgery shortly after that and wheeled down to a part of the hospital I hadn\u2019t seen before. A nurse injected something into my IV and someone else coached me to count backwards when the mask was put on my face. I was worried that there would be another power outage and said so, and the doc said \u201cDon\u2019t worry about that, the surgery and the gallery above are on separate power.\u201d I was trying to sort out how this jivved with my earlier info and my 3 day stay at the hospital when they came with the mask.<\/p>\n
I remember my friend Hatfield telling me once about being put under and how he\u2019d seen a white rotating light passing before his eyes. He said that before it made 3 revolutions it was suddenly hours later and he was in Recovery. I started counting backwards, closed my eyes and waited for the white lights to come. I counted back to the lower 90\u2019s and I still had no light. I gave up on that and thought it might be a good time to test Astral Projection. I determined to try and contact my friend Tripplett using just the power of my mind. Of all my friends he was the most into such things and would be the most likely to receive a visit from my astral form without too much shock. And I could count on him to swear it had happened\u2026once it actually had that is. I pictured his house across the river from mine and tried to will myself free of my earthly bonds. Someone out there asked \u201cAre you still counting?\u201d I said \u201cYes, 89\u202680\u2026.\u201d and then I was out.<\/p>\n
I woke with no white lights, no successful separation of body and soul, and no clear idea where I was. Someone was calling my name and rubbing my good arm. I tried to focus and found a beautiful blonde candy striper leaning over me and smiling a big smile with her perfect white teeth. I was half convinced this was an angel come to take me away, but it was Roger\u2019s favorite volunteer, Helen. I grinned like a fool and said \u201cIt must be Thursday, can I have a sponge bath before I die?\u201d<\/p>\n
Unfortunately I never got the sponge bath, or the chance to lord it over Roger that I had spent quality time with his dream girl while he was hiding from an angry husband. As soon as I recovered they put me in a room identical to the first exam room I\u2019d been in days before, and my stepmother was there. She told me to get dressed soon as I could and stepped outside to grab a smoke. She added thru the door: \u201cRay is outside waiting in the car.\u201d<\/p>\n
I managed to get dressed quickly despite a fresh cast on my left arm, and Jean finished her cigarette and led me out out of the hospital and into the car. I got into the back seat and my Dad immediately drove off in his usual breakneck fashion. He didn\u2019t say a word and I couldn\u2019t tell right away if he was mad with me or not. Jean turned around and asked how was it? I said everything was fine except for the fact that I hadn\u2019t eaten anything since I was sent upstairs. My dad thought I was lying to try and get more Burger King food from my Stepmother, so I just shut up. The comment about Burger King started up another argument so I sat back and leaned to the side so I couldn\u2019t be seen in the rear view mirror. My dad\u2019s steel blue eyes were just as hard to meet in reflection as they were straight on. Eventually I was asked for details and why exactly it took 3 days? I worked in the bit about not getting to eat with the fact that I was low priority due to the power outage. My stepmother said \u201cWell I won\u2019t be bringing anyone Burger King anyway soon that\u2019s for damned sure!\u201d My Dad just said it looked like it hadn\u2019t hurt me none, I was fat enough as it was. I was starting to have a real dislike for TV endings, they were so far from any reality I knew. My reality was waiting for me back on Airport road and I hoped someone had remembered to get in some groceries.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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