Wonder Wench Writes

Since the Lad himself brought it up, I will tell you, Lasses, that there were times in the rehab hospital when the only thing that kept me in bed at night and not out running the corridors and screaming was the strong memory of his hands holding me as I fell asleep.   He couldn’t even hug me because of that ugly cage on my head (they call it a halo, for heaven’s sake!) … but he held me and rubbed my hands with his “hands-some” and that made everything all right.


Now I know that there are hands and “hands” … and some handy ways of using both … but as Her Kitteness  knows, everything depends upon who is wielding them thar hands.  She’ll take Don and I’ll take Dick and we will both wear the smug smiles of happiness … hands down …

(ed. note – “Her Kitteness” is Don’s wife.)

2 Responses to “Wonder Wench Writes”

  1. Carole says:

    You got through it together — and that’s what it’s all about.
    I know what “halos” look like (having been in the hospital field) – and I think that they are a torture device.
    So glad all that is “in your rear view mirror”!!!!
    I know you both treasure one another, and as his Ladness said in an earlier podcast (I may be paraphrasing here) “(you) were meant to be together”. I believe that is obviously true. The miracle is that you found one another.

  2. aliasJean Fox says:

    I’m glad that Dick has gentle hands and that he knows how to use them on the finest woman in his life. I know that without that, your recuperation would not have been so thorough and quick. Love conquers a LOT….. and it CAN heal ….. You are living proof.