Merry Christmas Eve

The first two words mum uttered when she left the operating theatre and came to were "it hurts".

I watched her wan face, creased folds that lined her upper forehead into a simultaneous frown and her anguished face, eyes wide shut. It does hurt. Me.

Then I tilted my head away and saw my silly tears blurring my vision. Of course mum was in pain. she just had had her operation. And the doctor showed me the stuff he had removed. If you're as sick in the head as I am, that sight would be tolerable, if not, well, I'd spare you with the gory details.

Then this morning as I came, I saw mum awake and chatted a little with her. She smiled as I sat there chuckling about the scary looks of her insides. And after that I spent much of the morning telling her jokes. Mum said she had been bored and was wondering why she was unable to get to sleep. Ha, that's when my magical talents came into place. You know when you have the audacity to be silly and crazy till kingdom come, it is never a feat to be a nut. And so it wasn't hard at all and even when my aunt came I was still being the schmuck I was, telling mum the "sitcom" version of some of my situations where I had done myself in.

I am glad she is sleeping now. To my utmost delight I discovered that I could use my wireless here! Yay, an internet Christmas at the hospital! Well it was better than just a Christmas at the hospital, maybe we could throw me a cyber part-ay!

Dear God, thank you for watching over mum.:) 

Nevermind, a better one next year, God? :)