Texted to me by my dad when I was in the hospital after falling off our roof hanging Christmas Lights. Then I sang it to my mom and our nurses. I cracked up. A lot. Because it's funny, but also because of the drugs. . .She’s Not St. Nick: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem
Sung to the tune of “Up On the House Top”
Down off the house top my daughter falls./
She thought she was Santa Claus./
Now she is feeling not so great./
Her femur and pelvis will get a plate./
Oh oh oh! Watch her go!/
Oh oh oh! Watch her go./
Down off the house top slick slick slip!/
Too bad she’s not made like St. Nick!
I was lucky to have absolutely wonderful nurses and X-ray techs and doctors and PT's and social workers. I really felt cared about. I'm so thankful for people who choose and are able to do this kind of work.
Angel Mother. Angel.
Post-Surgery Selfie. Oh Dilaudid. It's weird...
This is about 8" long and it feels like angel kisses. Ha