
I'm alive! First of all let me say I love my doctor. He's so laid back and has a great sense of humor. The whole time he was hacking into me like a flank steak he was telling us all about his travels in China. He spent 5 months there teaching English. So cool. Jon was in the room with me, but spent a good deal of time playing solitaire on the crackberry so he wouldn't pass out.

Ok so now for the gross show and tell portion of our program. Just in case I have readers who aren't as morbidly fascinated by this stuff as I am I've concealed the pictures by linking to them instead of just displaying them.
This is Seymour in his jar.
This is a top view.
This is my war wound.
Jon has been so great, so worried. He's changing my bandages for me (I can't see them unless I look in the mirror since it's hidden by my boob). He called a million times last night to check on me from work. Shannon has been awesome too. She brought dinner over and noticed right away that I had bled through my shirt (again boob blockage, didn't even see it). She changed my bandage and checked it every few minutes for bleeding. I called the dr's office and they said if I bled through another bandage to go to the ER. She stayed with me til just before Jon got home to make sure I was ok. That girl is good in a crisis!
And so, there it is, the saga of Seymour.
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