Monday, March 27, 2006

I feel like a Mack truck drove through my body.

Sorry I have been slacking and lacking in the blog world. The medical professionals decided to torture my body again. In my haze of anesthesia, bits and pieces of conversations are all I have left - except for the friggin pain....

"...here hon, we're gonna put this mouth guard in so you don't bite down..."

"...darn vein, just rolled right of the way..."

"...have you peed yet..."

"...just relax and put your left arm behind your back..."

"...have you peed yet..."

"...you shouldn't have much of a bruise, I didn't dig much..."

"...have you peed yet..."

What is the deal with everyone' s interest in my urinary status? Get a life.

3 comments:

Vickie said...

Wow. Hang in there, kid. You're in my thoughts and prayers.

Melody said...

Thanks for the good wishes and thanks for stopping by. Don't be a stranger.

Dott Comments said...

Hope you feel better soon