When I die, and I come back, I want to live like he does.
Monday, June 08, 2009
I checked my email a few minutes ago and two people had commented on the post that I had no idea I had posted. How weird is that. It just goes to show you that with the right drugs, you could go through life with amnesia.
BigD is getting ticked that I keep asking him what the doctor said.
The most horrifying event of the day...BigD dressed me after the procedure. I don't remember any of it. That means that I probably didn't remember to suck in my gut. Shit.