Where was Shirley when I needed her? (I needed the @(#*#& meds.)

I was not looking my best as a few visitors made their way to my hospital room on Tuesday afternoon.  I hadn’t remembered that the doctor instructed me to ASK for painkillers after surgery, and I was simply waiting for the nurses to keep me comfortable. 

Not a good move.

When things were finally right with the world (and the patient was medicated properly) a slow stream of friends appeared to confirm that I was still among the living.

My small room was filled with fellow teachers, friends, my sister and an incredibly tall and handsome Mr. Darcy. (wink, wink.)   I smiled as I watched the various animated conversations, and felt incredibly loved. It was then I heard a faint knock at the door, and turned to see who were going to have to try to cram into the room.

My eyes widened in shock as I spotted a short, handsome boy holding his mother’s hand.

In a flash he ran to my bed to wrap me in a hug. 

It was Frank.

My adorable, smiling, gravelly voiced Frank.

It was the last thing I expected, but the very best medicine  I could have gotten; the best medicine, indeed.