In the Red Hot Chili Peppers song "Dani California," of the 7 states named, I've lived in 4. In the same song, of the 1 girl's name mentioned, I have a goddaughter and a cousin by that name. Of course, neither of them have the last name California. But my goddaughter lives in California. And my sister owns a Red Hot Chili Peppers CD. I know, right? Coincidences all around.
New pictures on Drew's flickr account. I like this one.
THE NURSE IS HERE! GOODBYE WOUND VAC!
SWEET BLUE BUDDHA THAT HURT. Number one, the strongest adhesive in the world being ripped from the hairs I want to keep firmly in place. Number two, the GIGANTIC SPONGE coming out of my teeny tiny wound... Okay, y'all, I'm not too proud to admit that I was screaming, pleading with God to make it stop, and nearly grabbed the nurse's butt in my undignified flailing.
And they want me to do that 3 times a week? They can just bugger off. I took 2 oxycodones AND a naproxen and I was in that much pain, and they want me to do that 3 times a week. Whatevs. Epidural, and we'll talk. The nurse was all "You know the healing time is much faster, and the risk of infection is much lower, right?" I was all "Woman, please." She was all "Do you have to send it back?" I was all "Viking burial."
Wow, so I'm not feeling so random anymore. Besides, I have to pump. Yeahhhh.
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