Before I left, I received "I Love You Don't Die" flowers from Cheese. I promised to send him a pic but got sort of busy the night before, what with all the laxative drinking....
A certain blogger dropped a hint yesterday, which prompted me to sneak out of the house and drive myself back to my apartment to check the mail. And look what I found!!!!
Oh Happy Deliciousness!!!!!! Now, if that doesn't spell sweet sugary recovery, I don't know waht does. This coma-inducing care package (which, by the way, consisted of EVERY candy I have ever talked about my blog) came by way of Momo and Stronger. But the best part was an enclosed letter filled with encouraging words and topped with a picture.
Oh, and make no mistake - those cookies were homemade, and frosted with the most amazing sugar frosting one could imagine. I was later told that, while making these cookies with her children, Stronger was trying to explain what was happening with me, and ended up telling her son that I "gave her brother some of her guts." I would say that was accurate assessement, in a lot of ways.
My bite marks. Lemme try to explain this - There are two top cuts, then my belly button and a cut next to it. Just below my belly is what I now refer to as "The Pucker" - not quite sure why its there, but it's like this pouch of skin that just hang over, with a nice bruise forming just below it. There's a fourth incision to the left side of it. The final, and most painful cut, goes from hip-to-hip and sits just below the bikini line, which I have spared you from seeing (just below that blue bruise). It still hurts. Bad.
So that's where I am at. Sorry if that scar picture is gross, but it's now what I look at every time I look down, and they itch like mad.
Okay, I have Megan'd myself out, so I can only imagine how you all feel. I need to go to bed - 'cause it a long day tomorrow.