Today Esther and I went to get her lab work done prior to her surgery next week. She had an EKG and was very cooperative, nice and coherent. I stayed in the room with her while she had it. Then we went to the lab and I could only sit just outside the door while she went and got her blood drawn. The fellow that was drawing her blood was talking to her and then I heard him say, "Please don't do that." And later, "I wish you wouldn't do that. Just relax." I guess she got the idea she needed to squeeze her hand into a fist really hard as he was doing the draw. Then he is trying to chat her up, get her to talk about something else like, "What did you do for a living?" She took awhile to get around to the point that she was a teacher. She said she was an English teacher. Then she corrected his english. He was sweet to her about it. Then she said, "Could I have some of those bandaids? I don't have even one." (Not true, but she might have thought so.) He gave her 6, it was better than a sucker for being good (well, not so good). Next Thursday, October 15th is her surgery. It should go well.
