Sounds wonderful. *Would trade places in a heartbeat.
Frank Redi
Frank redi for what?

Redi-wip, I hear it's good when you have nicotine cravings...

Frank in bed, on drugs, surrounded by hot nurses.....

Redi-wip.

I now have to gouge out my mind's eye.

Well, they did my surgery with an epidural. Worked great, until they
moved me into my bed on the ward. At that point, the epidural needle
moved, stopped blocking the pain in my abdomen and did a great job of
turning my right leg into a useless lump of clay. Now my abdomen said
I had a new 6" hole in in with nothing to block the pain for about 3+
hours. I thought I was screaming my lungs out, though I was later
told I was just moaning.
To take my mind off the pain, the nurse, with my wife and daughter in
attendence, started talking to me about how cute I was, how we were
going to blow this popsicle stand for Bermuda. Evidently, this went
on for hours till the heavy duty narcotics were finally pumped into my
IV (the whole point of the epidural was to avoid the narcotics which
tend to shut down the bowel). I responded and chatted with her,
complaining that my wife would track us down and kill us very slowly,
but what the hell, lets take a shot.
I remember little of this. The nurse was my night nurse later when I
was more lucid, in her early thirties with some nice curves, but
otherwise fairly plain.
My wife chatted with her, smiling the next night. They talked about
when I was going to be able to take her up on the offer. I lay there
dumbfounded.
What she had done was do whatever she could to take my mind off the
pain and give me something else to focus on. She wasn't the hotest,
probably wasn't the most senior, but she had used some great skills to
take care of some middle aged guy and take his mind of some pretty
intense pain.
Yes, I had some much hotter nurses taking care of me during my stay,
but I'll remember her the most. At least she's the one my bride will
remind me of for the rest of our lives.
Frank Reid