This is a photo of my poor paw about 30 hours post-op. It’s wrapped up, doctor’s orders, until noon on the 3rd, which is fine with me, since I’d rather not see the Frankenstein’s monster look I’ve got going on under all the gauze. The shaky ink on my forearm is not a prison tattoo….
Category: Bah!
Prizefighter
My little procedure is over, and I’m at home, wrapped up in miles of gauze like the world’s most articulate prizefighter. Right now, the freezing, which kept me in a blissful state of physical ignorance about the fact that someone cut me open this afternoon, is rapidly deteriorating. Simply put, I’m in enough pain that…
Blue Speckled Pup 