Laser Treatment For Ocular Hypertension

The Avenue of Remembrance

remember ...
that day, sitting on the toilet (and 'crazy things like the more' important in your life will never have a proper corollary do not say, but at least a decent minimum) while I waited for the first stripe on CONFIRM. After the first, clearly expecting the second.
waiting.
And waited.
and continue to wait. It did not appear
a tube.
fucking twelve euro thrown in the toilet (most recently refined my teaching is reaching heights never seen before, are now your mother).
I take the damn test with the intention of throwing it and I realize that I had put down 'in reverse. Heart pounding, I turn and see a pink stripe. And another, more 'pale but no less clear, public statement that David was there', and wanted to stay there.
From there 'and' all started (ok, and 'began a fortnight before in a reasonably satisfactory manner, but let's pretend that this post is also suitable for minors).
remember ...
the phone call to my father and his stupid laugh when I told him that now I had to call him grandfather, I believe that laughter is continued for two hours after I'd put it gently down 'the phone. I remember the jump-in-law of the good news, remember the collision with the edge of the table and the blood that was pouring in torrents from the knee without him even noticing, while skipping the living room followed by his wife howling "ARE NONNAAAAAAAAAA "
I also remember my best friend's piercing shriek, shriek that almost killed my cordless found to balances (Daniela, if I read, I want my phone!).
And, of course, remember the ODDIOOOooo ... Andrew, with a face contorted at the same time trying to appear happy (as was) and not too scared (and also was).
The only thing that I just can not remember what I did was, I thought, I felt, in that period.
I was probably too busy to pray that the lump would evolve smoothly, to take care of things like jumping in the throes of childish joy.
What fool.