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Flashing Ahead of Schedule

My dad's cousin Gin stopped by today. It was so nice to see her! I think she was surprised that I seem almost completely normal. I am, of course, on best behavior when I'm visiting with people ("everything is great!"), but I'm getting to the point where I feel nearly like myself. It's when I get it in my head to roll over in bed (BAD!) or lounge on the couch (BAD!) that I remember I'm not quite there. And I have up and down times still as expected.

All of my doctors have told me I'm ahead of schedule as far as recovery goes. It's been three weeks and I expect a LOT of myself. I have trouble unloading the dishwasher-- it just hurts a lot to bend over and lift the heavy plates but I keep at it. And like when I was in the hospital, I walk when I don't want to. It seems sometimes like I'm fighting an instinct to curl up in a ball and hide. Strange instinct... that's a way to guarantee I wouldn't get better!

Oh, and I feel the need to show people my scar so if you see me, watch out. I've become a flasher. :) My radiologist was doing the 5-minute check (eyes, lungs, etc etc) and when he saw my stomach said "Ah, it seems Dr. Osteen has been here." "Yes, but he wouldn't sign it." I look at this odd stripe across my body all the time and just think everyone else should get to see it too.

I neglected to mention that Dr. Mamon said I'll be tattooed for radiology. ARGHG! I know it won't be huge but like I need another permanent *REMINDER* on my body. He said they'd be small marks like freckles. Well yes, Irish lass that I am I'm quite covered in freckles, but none are BLUE. Here's hoping I get to pick the ink. :)

posted by Jen at 10:52 PM