A Watermelon Story

We grew it ourselves.  It doesn't get any sweeter than that!

ONCE upon a time...


When I was preggers for my youngest, at about 6.5 months along, I fell hard one summer day and broke my ankle.  All I was doing is walking, but I had flip flops on, and it had just rained.  


Well, it cracked like the limb of a tree and I was sure I knew what had happened.  A ride in the ambulance to the hospital where it was confirmed and it was casted.  They sent me home sans crutches.  But that's another story for another day.


Two weeks with a cast and then they tell me I need surgery in order for the bone to properly heal.


During surgery, I had a spinal; pregnant women should not be administered general anesthesia.  I had my eyes closed for some of the surgery just (sort of) relaxing-- listening to the sounds of the power drill, ((((((shudder)))))) the doctors and nurses talking about their weekend coming up...and in walks a  resident.  


He looks around and starts chatting.  He doesn't know that I am conscious, he thinks I'm out.


He notices that I am rather...rotund.  He doesn't know I'm with child.


He also didn't know I was awake.  Did I say that already?  Yes.


Well, he commented about my...rotundness.


"What happened here?  What's with her belly?!


Belly was draped but my children were large babies.  I'm sure I looked HUGE there compared to my legs.


Oh.  I loved it.


I kept my eyes closed and loudly said:  


"I ATE A WATERMELON SEED!"


I think that was one of my best lines, delivered in the best possible way at the best possible time.


I.  Scared.  That.  Man.  To.  Death.


I hope that if he is ever in a teaching hospital, that he warns his students that there is more than one way to approach a patient that LOOKS LIKE she's asleep.


Did I ever mention it was quite comical to have a broken ankle, with a cast from my toes to my knee while pregnant? I think I sense a new series coming on.