Today was the last appointment with the surgeon. The nurse was going to remove my stitches – there were two of them. The skin was taped after the first surgery but they had stitched it this time around.
As the nurse was removing the stitches, I held tight AB’s hand and was shaking uncontrollably. The nurse and AB looked at my face to make sure I was OK – I was laughing. My feet happen to be a major tickle spot. It’s good that they put me to sleep for the operation or I’d have laughed and cried at the same time.
I bit my lip to not shake so much. My eyes had started to well up with the laughter. The nurse said to AB “You now know her tickle spot!”. And AB said “I actually know a few more…”, in a very inappropriately mischievous way.
I elbowed him and hid my face. The nurse looked like she was desperately looking in her mind’s library turning pages of so many books to say something. She finally looked at me and said “I can read your mind. You are thinking why he said that, aren’t you? Don’t be embarrassed honey. I don’t know what to say too”.
I wish she’d said that without turning baby pink in colour.
Dei AB, you are too much da!