It never occurred to me, but until now, when Bran mentioned it, “discharge” isn’t necessarily a good word to associate with the word “hospital”.
He made me laugh.
Recovery is going well. The staples came out yesterday though the drain remains so long as it is sucking out fluid that is collecting where the gut used to be. The incision line itches like crazy sometimes though.
I got my nails done all fancy, but I’ll be going to a different place since I wasn’t fully satisfied with the job that was done. I’m finding myself having to get used to having nails while I’m typing.
I’ve been spending most of my time resting and recovering from the extreme sensory over stimulation of last week. I can tolerate music now, that’s a good thing. I’ve also joined a forum group at Thanatos.net. Though some might find the subject of death, memorial photography and the like rather macabre and disturbing it is an extension of my interest in crime and forensics. Memorial photography was popular in Victorian times with the advent of photography. For some, a photo of the corpse of their loved one was the only real, tangible reminder of their existence. This remains true today with the popularity of Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep a non-profit organization of volunteer photographers who help grieving parents of infants that are born dead or die soon after birth. Anyway, it’s all in my bailiwick.
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