Say hello to Count Dracula

OK, so this is borderline obsessing on my incision but since I am obsessed with my surgeon, who I think is Turkish by the way, why not also be with my wound. Here's to you, Sarah Ford, and to the rest of you who keep morbid fascination with flesh cuts to the throat. To all my vampires. Joanne and Al, are you stopping by Transylvania?

Another way to think of it is those flip-o-ramas that you see in the Captain Underpants books. You know where you flip the page back and forth to create action, usually the superhero pounding on some bad guys, for example the Alien Nerd Infiltrators disquised as Cafeteria Ladies. With scarf, without it, with, without. Sorry, mixing second grade humor with Count Dracula and the awesome Dr. Sanan doesn't go together for even one single second.

Anyway, here's a close up, day four. It's looking pretty good actually. Thanks for letting me obsess. Putting secrets out on the superhighway is healing, in spirit and flesh.

Meanwhile, my adrenalin is going outta whack. It's like all the bound up energy from this procedure, Bob's liver, Bob's graduation almost one year ago, and the anguish in the languish of the call process just all unwound inside of me and let go. All today. Like I'll never need sleep again. Went out to get bagels for the family this morning, ended up spending the bagel money on myself in a new boutique that I wandered into. Self centered adrenalin at that. 'Honey, how about if mama pours you a bowl of cereal instead,' is how I explained it to Aidan.

Laters gators. With love, T