When I first heard from the Emergency Room doctor tell me that this seroma needed to be packed and dressed in order to heal, I thought that was cool. Whatever.
Friday, September 25, 2015
Saturday, September 19, 2015
Why is it when life's toughest questions come to mind when someone is facing life's toughest challenges?
Sunday, September 13, 2015
Now that most of the surgical nonsense is out of the way (I discovered the lozenges, drinking cold water, and ibuprofen are doing the trick for the throat while cotton gauze dressing [or pads], neosporin, and ginormous bandages are helping the open wound in the belly button to heal), it's time to get back into the swing of things. Like getting ready for the High Holy Days.
Nah, I'll worry about that later. I miss my sports.
Saturday, September 12, 2015
Monday, September 7, 2015
Welp, this is it.
In about 16 hours I will be going under the scope to get this fluffy toothy bastard off of the exterior of my uterus.
And I have about 9 hours left to shove all the food down my throat until I have to fast.