Day Twenty
Hello cruel and wonderful world! Ryan here. I just wanted to say a few words and then run screaming for the hills. First things first, I am a real boy. I went in on Sunday three weekishes ago for a surgery that would wipe my life clean. I remember giving the thumbs up and then waiting for the prep room. The rest, is history. By history I meant that I dodged in and out of consciousness and received TONS of prep room attention. I got cleanings, grooming, bed prep, and waxing that are no good for anyone. Ever. This was all a pre-game head home. Which was completely awful. I got home, which was awful. I crawled into bed, which was awful. I stayed in there for days, which was awful. The come-to-our-home nurse and technician were a wonder to behold as they started to lay down the plans. We went through the plans as they went on their merry way and then came back in about a week as we revisited the ...