On monday I got this thing put into my chest:
Here, is my journey: (Mami, don't cry!)My I.V.!:
Before you judge me, last time I got an i.v. I was like five years old... so all this was very novel to me! I mean, look at the pretty colors! Also, when I was little they had to tape my hand to a plank of wood, now the needles are bendy! How cool is that??
This is the "before" picture... Yeah, I look like shit, BUT we had to leave the house at 5:00 A.M.! I'd like to see how you look at five in the freaking morning...
Here's sweet Brock, by my side -almost- the entire time... He's been so great throughout all this.
The "after" picture!
See? I look even worse! and at this point I was very doped up... Here they are giving me juice and crackers so I could take Vicodin... yeah, even more dope... They had just wheeled me out of the O.R. where it was chilly so they wrapped me up in warm towells.Here I am when they moved me to my very own room ($$$). Notice the lack of towells and goofy smile:
Vicodin had kicked in...
Hospital gadgettery:
Maybe it was the drugs, but I thought everyone there was super super nice! Here is very sweet nurse Esther:
Finally I made it home... still groggy, and by this point, very nauseous:
Dexter giving me all the love he's got:
Imagine waking up to this everyday:
Brock figuring out the ice packs:
Seriously, how freaking cute is that??
Well, you can't have him, he's mine!
And that's it!
I still look like shit, but it all hurts a lot less. Brock still just as sweet and attentive, Dexter just as handsome!
