wow. that title could lead to a very long post. or series of posts. but for now, I’m more interested in posting disgusting photos, as my little brain still isn’t super-cooperative (something to do with the Vicodin?!) 

                               I am currently attached to this lovely creature. fun times!

So if this is truly a reprieve from death, then I must have a great deal of thinking/pondering to do . . . except that right now, all I am interested in doing is going back to my bed and sleeping some more . . .

I will say that I just have no idea how people deal with chronic illness. I suppose you find the strength, blah blah blah, but here I am with this “minor” outpatient procedure, minimal pain, and yet I am completely wiped out. am I just a wimp?