“He wants to be the bride at every wedding, the corpse at every funeral, and the baby at every christening.”*
After taking on a couple of cups of coffee and a bowl of red lentil soup, Mr C went out to supervise the construction site in the next block.
The surgeon is “very concerned” about Carlton’s prognosis. (But, hey, at our age – how much prognosis do we have anyhow?) But just for now… we will concentrate on recovering from today’s surgeries. Carlton is having very little pain. He can not talk very well – the tube they put down your throat during anesthesia always causes him problems. My blood pressure has returned from the stratosphere.
Excellent and most apropos quote!