yep ... the walls were still standing , to so didn't figure a bomb ,earthquake or fire had swept
through and got us all... though in lightening fast speed , that still amazes me since my brain now
operates is snail mode most of the time , these things crossed my mind , before deciding we weren't
dead that there really a gnome at the foot of my bed
the gnome/nun thing was kinda scary as it happened ... but later funny ... I went back post op and
met her as a nun... she still looked a bit gnome-ish , even without lots of good drugs and an
hour or so out of surgery.. Sister Mary Margaret I think was her name...the whole story is here
somewhere
A chapter of this odd interpretations our brains made of things might be funny reading
On second thought I think her name is Mary Grace... Mary Margaret was one of the little girls
I had at Day Camp a couple weeks ago