Ouch.
So, I’m sure anyone that has experienced an injury knows what I’m taking about here. It’s so, so, so very hard to take it easy and not try and do everything that you are used to doing when you are recovering. Especially when it comes to feet. I have to keep reminding [...]
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Posted in Memoirs of a surgery, tagged surgery on April 9, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I’m going to wake up, really I am.
Posted in Memoirs of a surgery, tagged hospital, memoirs, surgery on April 4, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
“Excuse me.”
My blanket moves a little, exposing some skin.
“Excuuuuuuse me!”
Something pinches my arm.
I awake to the dreary, cold hospital room with a nurse breathing over top of me like a volcano about to erupt.
“Uhm, you need to take your drugs now. So, uhm, what do you want?” she asks sheepishly.
“Wh – huh?” I [...]
