To the Moon and Back

Hello folks, let’s chat… My cast is gone! I have the use of both arms again, thanks to the Good Lord and the wisdom He’s lent to one Dr. Spires. Ironically, the development coincided with my completely losing my voice! Thank you, pollen. My sweet husband said it really wasn’t such a bad trade. Yeah, everybody’s a comedian.

Mama was excited about my trip to the orthopedic clinic for her own reasons. Seems she has a contact working there who sells super duper lipstick on the side. The dealer was ready to hook me up once I choose a color. “Shellie,” Mama said, all casual like, “They say you can draw a whole new lip line with the base coat.” Bless her heart, the more I speak in public, the more concerned Mama becomes about my thin lips. As of now, she has stopped short of scheduling a surprise surgery, for which I’m thankful, but I’m keeping my eyes on her.

In addition to having my right arm liberated, your story-loving hostess is happy to report that I got a great tale out of Doctor Spires while I was there.

Years ago, Doctor Spires was stationed in Honduras, fighting commies and practicing medicine in a large inflatable tent. The temporary hospital was connected to a power source that made a loud and continuous whooshing sound as it pulled air in and out.

One day, a local villager was brought to the tent for treatment. All was well until she regained consciousness. She promptly went into a full out panic, which made it difficult to treat her. A translator was brought in and the story came out. The poor woman thought the masked doctor and his similarly attired friends were aliens. Moreover, she was convinced they had kidnapped her and taken her to the moon– that would be the white, wheezing tent.  Although their explanations were met with stony suspicion, the good doc reports that the woman did make a miraculous recovery. I suppose she couldn’t wait to get back to her people and share that tale.

With any luck, it wasn’t pollen season.

Hugs, Shellie