Over the years our little hospital (the small building in the middle) had expended to a huge maze, where people got lost, looked for signs and I had to ask 3 times until I found my section. Next week for my second eye I take my GPS along (although I doubt that it works)
After km of corridors I finally arrived at destination, was registered and got the way to the room where we had to wait for the surgery.
Apparently they were a little suspicious about my mental health because I got a bracelet with a photo where I look like the wife of a terrorist and a number.
I had to undress put on a night gown and a bathrobe and sat on a wheelchair together with the 6 others. Apparently our doctor had given all of us the same appointment and then operated one after the other. We were a very funny group and our laughter made the nurses coming and laugh with us ! Each time one was wheeled away we shouted "Enjoy yourself" and the once who came back didn't look traumatized at all, they were hungry and had their coffee with cake and orange juice with joy ! As we all had to come again the next day but not in the clinic, in his private consultation we were all happy to see each other again ! From the surgery I only remember two things, the beautiful colors I saw when I had too look in the light and then when the doctor pulled off brutally the plaster from my face and I thanked him for the free epilation ! He said that I was the first person who had noticed the colors !
After my coffee and cake I had to wait for another hour in case my eye would drop out, but nothing happened and I called Mr. G. to pick me up.
He had been half dead of worries, and was surprised to see his wife so cheerful.
When I walked I felt a bit dizzy but nothing special. As I was not allowed to bend over or to carry heavy things, I had a good excuse for doing nothing !
and my cats did the same !
Unfortunately I have no idea of the name of this flower
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