As the hours melt away from my open heart surgery three days ago, the nausea and pain are slowly melting away.
Yesterday, I was able to tolerate this melting chocolate ice cream.
That sound machine, with a plastic casing that has melted from years of exposure to strong sunlight in the window of my office, looked like a home-made explosive. When I explained that I was bringing it with me to the Mayo Clinic to help melt away my fears and anxiety with the soothing sounds of the ocean, the airport security staff’s fears melted away and they even gave me a hug.
Two more melting photos today, before I melt back into sleep.
And doesn’t this oxygen reader on my finger remind you of E.T?