So, I don't look too bad considering its 6am and we had to be up at 430a in the morning. We thought it would be a good idea to get a picture of me pre-op. Jamie thought the hat made me look like Picasso.
Returning to the Hope Lodge we saw something Ia person would only see in the New York City Subway system. A Billy Nicks look-alike was singing opera music to a ghetto blaster. Its not too often you see a rather robust Asian man singing opera. The Pavarotti of the "6" Line. (Sorry Billy...hehe)
Here is the beautiful finished product. Two beautiful lines protruding from my left chest.....BARREL! I'm somewhat like a Delta faucet, a red line for hot and a blue line for cold. It will make showering a bit more difficult because they want these kept dry so I have to cover them with Cling Wrap. No Jamie does not punch me in the stomach, those bruises are caused from shots which I have been giving myself since last June to thin my blood. I am not stoned, it is just that my first Vicodin pill had started to kick in.
John, I kind of liked the idea that Jamie was doing a Buster Douglas on your gut, with the tag line "Of course, with my Charles Norris physique, I hardly feel it."
ReplyDeleteAll the best to both of you during this tough time. Melanie and I likely will be in the city sometime in June and hope to catch up with you for a pie at Lombardi's. Or a dirty water hot dog from a street vendor... YUM!
Shane