I live in St. Louis, MO, but my heart and soul hang out at the beach. I am a multi-genre, award winning writer and member of St. Louis Writer's Guild. I am a seasoned pre-k teacher, on line writing instructor, wife, mother, Nana to ten. Hopefully, something I say will make you smile, further your writing career, or inspire you to write from the heart, too.
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
So what was that stain?
A few years ago my husband had had recent surgery,
and the doctor told him to take it easy for a couple of days. I had a frozen
shoulder and was dealing with pain from the physical therapy. I tried making an
ice pack out of a Zip Loc bag, but learned the hard way that they are not leak
So the day after hubby's surgery, both of us were
writhing in pain at bedtime. Sometime during the night...
I woke up before dawn with the faintest moonlight
filtering through the room and fuzziness in my head. My hand was wet, slippery, slimy. I
squinted at the bed and realized my hand was covered in blood, clots and all.
One of us had hemorrhaged. I ripped back the covers and screamed for Bill to
He pointed out the obvious, it wasn't him. The bag of
frozen blueberries perched on my shoulder had thawed and broken open. We
donated the mattress to Salvation army, purple stain and all. Can you imagine
what the needy person who bought our mattress thought?