Sunday, December 26, 2010

He had a knife, I didn't.

So that means I was the one in the hospital for a week, with all the "fun" that entails.

Enough talk! Pictures. Some of them with 26 little metallic friends of mine who will be leaving tomorrow. I might save a few. Macabre?

How does a 1 3/8th inch hole turn into such a big scar?
NG tube, oxygen, PCA, SCD's to prevent DVT, foley catheter, PICC line, regular iv line and tons of meds, antibiotics, fluids and TPN. Last night I had dreams I could feel all of this stuff still, felt I was still in a hospital bed, still there. It was horrible.
My scar while lying down in the hospital.
I stared at this for 5 freaking days with them never changing it. No wonder I was going crazy!!
My scar standing up at 7pm on Sunday night.

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