Yesterday it was Julie's turn to experience the wonders of orthopedic surgery. Yes, that broken toe turned out to need a couple of screws to hold on a piece of bone that snapped off. (Yowch!) I would like to officially state here that I am done waiting for my loved ones to wake up from anesthesia. It's a horrible, scary state of non-reality and I refuse to do it anymore. So: No more surgeries, guys, OK?!
If you are an editor and you are waiting for your kid to wake up from anesthesia, you look around and notice signs. You see this one:
and realize that someone got there with a Sharpie before you did; you appreciate their enthusiasm but wish that they had used a lowercase "a" and also added a period at the end.
You see this one:
and cannot fathom who approved the use of the second hyphen and the lowercase "n" and "u."
And you see this one:
and wonder whether people who used to work for this hospital bed company are known as "Ex-Hausted Employees."
Then you wait some more, until your kid finally wakes up, and they let you give her some ginger ale and graham crackers.