No cure...
So, I'm sitting on the table, awaiting the surgeon to come in. She finally comes in, and I've got my head bent down inspecting her floor tiles pattern. I was so oblivious I didn't hear her come in! :shock: She was concerned, and asked me if I was 'down' or 'depressed'? I looked up her, now a bit dizzy from having my head bent so far down and for so long and replied, "Oh, not at all! I was just admiring your floor design; think I might want to incorporate that into my next quilt." Thank goodness she knew me well and knew I was a quilter, or she may have called the guys with the white coats!! :lol:
Now when I see her, her first question isn't "How are you doing? It's what quilt are you working on?" :lol: