Posts Tagged ‘surgery’
The good news is that the staples have been removed from my stomach. The bad news is that there is going to be a really visible scar for the rest of my life.
There was a real sense of freedom coming out of Dr. Casano’s office and realizing that the staples were gone. I felt like I could move a little more freely, not worry about various twists, etc. I was happy to be staple free.
*WARNING – GRAPHIC PHOTO BELOW – VIEW AT YOUR OWN RISK *
So now that I’m staple free, I figured I’d share a picture of what the staples looked like. Now, some people are going to think that I went overboard on my graphic photo warning. But, if I hadn’t done that, some unsuspecting reader would have gone straight to the picture and “eeewwwww…” and then I would have gotten a nasty email about how inappropriate it was to show that picture.
Well, I suppose it could be inappropriate, but for anyone who cares about science, biology, etc. it’s actually not a bad little lesson.
And, maybe you should show your teenager what bad driving can do to you.
Between my daughter having spinal surgery for kyphosis, an out-of-town obligation and just a really busy schedule, I haven’t been able to blog for a few days.
But I’ve been thinking.
It’s always an interesting phenomenon when a big-name celebrity dies. The coverage of Michael Jackson’s death has been nothing short of absolutely ridiculous. As a friend of mine said the day after Jackson died, the person most happy about it is Mark Sanford. Yeah, remember that whole episode? Memories are short.
My wife has been a trooper, staying at the hospital the whole time with my daughter. With me out of town and juggling the watching of kids, I think her patience was thinning. I got home tonight and on my desk was a target (it was a NRA official 50-yard small bore rifle target) with every shot but one in at least the #8 ring (for those of you who don’t shoot, we call this “tight grouping” and it is impressive). It was from my wife’s recent shooting excursion with my son’s scout den. She helpfully wrote a note on it that read, “This is just a warning… DON’T MAKE ME MAD! Just sayin’…”
Alrighty then…
My wife is a celiac, which means she has to have a gluten-free diet. She related a little frustration from trying to find stuff from the hospital cafeteria that she could eat. On multiple occasions she asked the cafeteria worker if something was gluten free. “No, it’s $2.50…”
A walker (you know, the kind old people use? Or 15 yr-olds with spine surgery…) and a 2 yr-old boy are a disaster waiting to happen.
The immediate benefit of my daughter’s spinal surgery is that she is nearly three inches taller. The downside for me is that she is sleeping in my bed, and I’m not.
Glad our playhouse got done…
