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Our youngest daughter had some scheduled surgery yesterday involving her sinues and adjacent bony structures. I would show a picture, but it would look like a mummy and when she felt better, she’d kick my butt for posting it, remember, she was the prom queen.
Just picture what someone would look like if they were hit in the face with a baseball bat.
Her older sister Elissa, teaches 5th grade and her class spent some free time yesterday making get-well cards for Megan.
Here are some of the sentiments, reminding me of Art Linkletter’s, Kids Say The Darndest Things.
Please forgive the punctuation.
“I don’t mean to be nosey, but, roses are rosey, noses are nosey, I hope you get well, and that your nose won’t hurt and your sinuses won’t feel like they are dead, so you won’t have to take yucky medicine.”
Roses are pinkish-red; Sinuses are sinus colored. What rhymes with sinus colored? Oh well, get well soon.
What is the nose’s favorite dance? The boogey. I hope you feel better.
Hope your nasal surgery goes well. Hope your nostrils aren’t clogged anymore.
I know you’re in a lot of pain; your nose is driving you insane. But try to have some joy today, for soon your troubles will go away.
Everyone nose you are having sinus surgery and hopes you’ll feel better soon.
I hope your sinus surgery doesn’t minus your ability to have fun.
I heard the Hallmark people are sending a recruiter out next week.
We spent some time after dinner tonight reading the cards. It was about 30 hours post-surgery and Megan was just starting to feel human (relative term after almost six hours of someone chipping away at the inside of your head) and realized it hurt a lot to laugh. That’s a start.