Over the weekend the soldier and I watched, “The Sound Of Music”. It came on, so we watched it. And it’s a love story of course and we were going right along until they came to the part where these two get together at which point we both got very emotional.
They sing to each other, if you don’t recall. They song goes, “Somewhere in my youth or childhood… I must have done something good.”
This, because someone loves them, see.
And as I was watching this I realized I had seen this movie when I was young and was profoundly affected by it. I was going to try to be good so someone would love me like these two loved each other. I wanted this very badly and decided on the spot to be worthwhile… worthy an deserving of love and I decided to share this with the soldier.
Well it turns out he had the same experience when he saw it when he was a kid. Same effect, so there you go. It sure is nice when people have the same script, I’ll tell you that.
But anyway, it was very emotional. It was the way it is when you contact these very tender, potent memories that you know have shaped your life and we talked about this the next day. Or he texted me about it, rather. Several times. Point is, we were moved. This was a big deal to us. Seeing that movie…
So this afternoon I went into get the shot in my spine. I would not say I was scared, but come on. Who wants a needle stuck in their spine? So I was a little angst-y and had opted for no sedation (numbing, yes) so they rolled me in the operating room and I grinned and bared it except it wasn’t all that bad actually and I felt thankful for this as they rolled me out and parked me in recovery.
The recovery room nurse asked me how I was doing (fine), reconnected me to a blood pressure monitor and told me she’d be back to check on me. I said, “Okay” and just as she left… just at she left the music changed and next thing I know, the room was filled with the Sound Of Music. Yes! And it was blaring. The Instrumental version… “The hills are alive…” I burst into tears.
Tears and tears and tears. I sent the soldier a text to let him know I was out of surgery and the music was playing for me. Eventually the nurse came back… music still playing. It was the whole soundtrack, see.
“Yeah, I just love somebody,” I said. “Er…” I waved my hand in front of my face. “Yeah, I’m good, I feel real good. These tears are fine, it’s the music…”