adventures_in_la_la_land lostgirl pale and afraid, yet wearing a brave face, he reaches for my pinky finger then squeezes it with a painted on smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "have a good time," i tell him with my own fake smile that doesn't reach my eyes. wise beyond his years, he asks the chief anesthesiologist if he is going to "for sure wake up." dr. borland assures him confidently that the bubble gum magic air only lasts for three dreams, and that he should make them good ones. "what should i dream about, mama?" he asks... i answered him with sincerity this time and displayed smile from my heart. "take three trips to la_la_land, then tell me all about it when you wake up." 100721 ... unhinged you died yesterday and then went right back to the thing that killed you i don't understand 100721 ... lostgirl when he woke up, i asked him about his "trip" but he didn't remember any dreams. he also didn't remember the suction or the poking and prodding of his tiny little ears. he had no recollection of the forty five minutes of non-stop banging during the brain mri, and nothing rang a bell about the swishing slices of the CT scanner....four and a half hours under anesthesia and all he could report was that he really liked when his nurse told him to hold her balloon and close his eyes. he said, "when i did that she filled me up with air and i floated up to the sky." then with a huge smile of relief that definitely reached his eyes, he asked if he could have something to eat. 100721 what's it to you? who go blather from