Every time I go to Roseland I dig up these two types of succulents from a spot near the house we used to live in. They still grow in that same place, sixty years later. For whatever reason, the ones I try and transplant here just never make it but I am not giving up. They are supposedly indestructible succulents but although I mostly do not kill my plants, succulents are my weak spot. Perhaps these will make it. They're pretty, aren't they? The rather pointy looking one is called "Mother of Millions". Seems like she'd grow for me, doesn't it?
Thank all of you for your comments on yesterday's post. I am humbled. It was quite an experience, really, and one I'd rather not ever try to replicate, but for what it was, it was the best it could have been, I think. The timing- what if it had happened the day before when we were on the road? And also the time of day. Getting into surgery so quickly and easily was amazing. I didn't have to go to bed the night before, worrying like crazy about getting up the next morning and having to be at the hospital at six a.m. or anything like that.
Just...problem... problem diagnosed... problem solved.
And like I keep saying- the people were all so very nice. And interesting! Perhaps it is a sign that one needs more human interaction when one finds pleasure in talking to people who are caring for her when she's in the midst of an appendicitis episode.
After the morphine took effect, of course. I wasn't too happy about any of them before that to be honest.
Maybe I just need to do more drugs.
Speaking of which- my surgeon prescribed me thirty hydrocodone. Excuse me?
Isn't there some sort of opioid addiction crisis? I haven't even needed an Ibuprofen today. Seriously. I took my bandages off this morning. I have three small incisions. Tiny. I will take a shower tonight.
I have done more laundry today and changed my sheets. I'm sort of obsessed with clean sheets, aren't I? I walked out to the garden and picked zinnias (still blooming!) and two pockets-full of peppers (still making) and some late-blooming roses.
But he's not Charlie Watts.