
The anesthesiologist twisted a switch on the IV and The Debra’s face softened.
“Am I supposed to not be able to focus my eyes?” she asked. The anesthesiologist told her that was normal.
“I feel lightheaded.” He told her that was normal too. The anesthesiologist and an RN pulled the guerney from the wall and turned it into the hall. I told The Debra everything would be ok. Her eyes closed and I let go of her hand. Then, as the anesthesia took effect, she raised her hand and made a pronouncement.
“I want everyone to know,” she said with childlike conviction, “that I have kayaked in Tonga. I have been on African safari in Kenya.”
And then they wheeled her into surgery.
It was the most adorable thing I’ve seen in a very long time. Sometimes The Debra and I are asked if we want to have kids. I respond by saying we already have two. I am hers. The Debra is mine.
She was thrilled, by the way, when I told her I put her at the top of the web page today. “You mean you finally got rid of the picture of that nasty horrible woman?” The Debra, it appears, is not a fan of the Cell Phone Bandit.
I should add that The Debra’s foot surgery was minor and a success. The Debra and foot are home resting comfortably surrounded by food, juice, drugs, and remotes.