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Where's my new friend?

So, if you are a Christian taking the bible as your gospel, then supposedly, Eve was made from the rib of Adam, right?

Where's my new playmate????!!!!!????


This morning, when the docs did their rounds, we were discussing whether I could go home tonight. Two things we have to get resolved first: make sure pain is controlled off of the morphine pump and figure out what is going with a lack of drainage under my arm on the left side, the one WITH a breast. I guess now I have two breasts again :) The tissue is just so swollen, fluid filled and sore that I don't know how much is normal. We're going to talk about that later today, maybe drain some off and put in a secondary drain bulb under my armpit.

Anyway, I told him I did have a question about the full mastectomy done on the right side, which we will from now on refer to as 'Flattie'. Every picture I've ever seen had a rather flat surface. Mine has this sunken pit about 1"x2" at the top. "Oh, that's where we removed part of your rib to work on the blood supply and clots during the second surgery.".



You removed part of my rib and didn't tell me? What happened to it? I wish I could have had that. I've never broken a bone in my LIFE, everything that goes wrong with me is some sort of functional failure. Now I'm missing a section of bone in my chest and didn't even know it. So strange.

I just keep going further and further down the rabbit hole. Wouldn't it be great if I could go home tonight? If not, I'm still pulling for tomorrow morning.


Dec. 22nd, 2006 04:43 pm (UTC)
I guess YOU guys can rib me :)

Takes the air out when I beat you to the punch.
Dec. 22nd, 2006 05:27 pm (UTC)
There was a passage in the book I was reading yesterday that made me think of you.

Hang on while I go downstairs and find the book . . . . .

Okay. Got it. Still there?

This is a conversation between the main character, Odd, and one of his closest friends, who had been giving him a friendly dose of shit:

"Sometimes," I said [Odd speaking], "it seems to me that a friend might not take such pleasure in making fun of me as you do."

"Dear Odd, if one's friends do not openly laugh at him, they are not in fact his friends. How else would one learn to avoid saying those things that would elicit laughter from strangers? The mockery of friends is affectionate, and inoculates against foolishness."

So in making fun of you, your friends are merely laughing with you and preparing you for the rest of the world.

LY. Really Really Really MI.
Dec. 23rd, 2006 06:34 am (UTC)
Strange. 'Odd' even. That's the book I'm reading right now. :)