I learned something new about myself today. I learned that even though my mind doesn't have a problem with blood, stitches, cuts, etc... my stomach does. And evidently it controls the rest of my body. I brought Adri home this morning. While she slept this afternoon her dressings shifted around so we took them off to rearrange them. I've never passed out before so I don't know what it feels like, but I imagine that I was pretty close. I started sweating really bad, even though I was cold, and felt like I was going to fall down. My face was also a very unattractive shade of gray. The cuts actually look really good. I hate that it bothers me, but there was absolutely nothing my mind could do to overcome my body's reaction. This also seems to be something that is worsening with age. I remember when I was little and I use to give my dad his insulin shots and let him prick my finger to test my blood sugar. I also used to get huge amounts of blood drawn on a regular basis. I don't think I could do it now.
That having been said, everything is going well here. Adri is being a really good sport and suffering well. I wish she would realize that she doesn't have to be tough and brave. She's had massive surgery and is allowed to be miserable.
It's kind of fun being up here during the world series. Everyone up here is ridiculously crazy about the Red Sox. Even the nurses at the hospital seem to have arranged their schedules so they could watch the games. They're all in their Sox scrubs with their pins and lanyards. Definitely a good, lively team spirit up here. It's infectious.
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