One day post-op and everything is going well. Better than expected, really. I can tell you that this has been a huge weight off of my chest... pun intended.
Yesterday the surgical prep nurse gave me a stuffed white dog. Because he was a stuffed item to use a chest protector, I named him Chester.
You can see that this whole ordeal has not helped my sense of humor.
6 comments:
So glad to know everything went well! Thanks for keeping us all posted! It's nice I can keep tabs on you even though I'm out of state. :)
You are so great! :)
Bahahaha! You crack me up. Chester. Love that. jd
I see the surgeon left your sense of humor intact! You're still in our thoughts.
Toby and I are so glad to hear that you are doing well, Dr. W! Hang in there and let the healing begin ...
You crack me up! My mom is at a dude ranch ("Duuuuude...") in Montana right now w/ her best girlfriend. She agonized about finding the right fake "action boob" that wouldn't get too sweaty or icky on horseback riding expeditions. Now she has a "wardrobe" of 3 falsies! BTW, she did say, "How is Dr. W managing w/ the drains? I can't imagine BOTH SIDES!" So, love from my survivor mama, too! :)
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