All done

Hi!

Had to share these pictures. In the first one I am just trying to share how well fit the hospital shirt was. Haha!! You should have seen the way I looked. God! Terrible. But this just shows the top half, but every button downwards was spread out, stretched to capacity. Didn't leave a lot to the imagination, so to speak. Hospital shirts, not made for fat people, eh? I had to laugh myself...


I've never had one of these before, well not that I can remember.
Oooh sooo sick... *lol*


I am glad it is over though. When I woke up they asked who is "Bob"? I was like, eeeh.... Just someone. The nurse replied; "it must be someone whom you love a lot, that's for sure". Apparently I had been going on and on about him. They can drug me down, way into sleepy land, but the thought of Bob, they can't take away. *laughing* I will admit, unwillingly, that the first name that came to mind when I woke up was... *drumroll* Bob. He was all I thought about the whole time lying in bed afterwards.

And then I started weeping. I cried for ages, silently in my bed. The nurse came and asked was I in pain. No, but I just feel like weeping I replied. Then she said it was quite normal to cry after having narcosis. I looked dreadful, my mascara had run down my cheeks and had given me this goth look. Yes, I did have mascara on going to the hospital. *blushing* A girl's gotta look her best at all times, isn't that right?

Well, that was all for now. I am in no pain, drugged down as I am. Have slept for hours today.

Thanks to you all for thinking of me!!

Monsoon ;-)