surgery take II

This morning my mother came into my bedroom and asked her poor, invalid, bed-ridded daughter what she would like to eat. My request? Cocoa puffs. I thought maybe my previously-mentioned conditions would warm her anti-sugar-cereal heart. But, well, it turns out some things never change.

Shucks.

Before we go on, I would just like to say, for the record, that I am writing this on 15 mg of Oxycodone.

Ok, go.

This past week was a blur of open-ended hospital gowns, needle pricks, vital signs, and even a blood transfusion. It doesn't get much more exciting than that.

Last time I showed up at the hospital for this procedure I was so nervous I was physically sick. I was positive I was on the verge of throwing up, and I'm quite certain the only reason I didn't is due to the little needle full of calming magic they shot into my veins.

This time, however, I was ready for it. Blood sample? Take it. IV? Go for it. Epidural? Bring it on. Knock me out, cut me up, screw me back together and throw me into my recovery room.

I'd say it all went pretty smoothly.

My JC family consists of the coolest people ever

Ya know, just making me feel at home

:) I know, right?

Yep, I'm ok with that

After 9 months in Iraq, this is our reunion picture. Love you, Dan!

Can't complain

Thank you, O positive blood donors, for providing me with strength 

My family and friends know me well. Too bad the sight of these things make me slight sick :S

Ok, let's try and find one more thing we can put on Sade's wrist...

Movin like a pro! 

Cause I didn't already feel like a senior citizen...