I feel like I am living out some sort of bad Monty Python skit.
Scene1: we see an old lady, lying in bed, twisting and turning, and screaming in pain
Scene 2: we see the same old lady, skipping through the park, waving her arms, and singing. As she is skipping along, she meets her physician, and the following dialogue takes place:
Doctor: I thought you were dying?OK, so I am not old, and I am not skipping through the park, but I am no longer trying to escape from my body either.
Old Lady: I was.
Dramatic Pause - Doctor looks confused
Old Lady: ....I got better*
I am still in pain, and we are going to up the pain meds, again.
But I did not need to panic....
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,
*For those who don't get/remember the reference:
Peasant: She turned me into a newt!
Sir Bedevere: A newt?
Peasant: ... I got better.
— Monty Python and the Holy Grail