What a difference...

Amazing what a difference having a two dozen and two staples taken out of ones tummy does to ones disposition. Feeling a lot better then I had been, was actually rather nasty last night when the staples were hurting a lot. The actual slice in my tummy has been pretty well sealed for a bit, its been the staples cutting into me when I turned from side to side that had been hurting. But, they are gone now, and I am just left with fifty-two tiny little pin-pricks of red that are covered with a dressing right now.

Sooo sooo do not miss having all that metal in me.

Just have to remember in eight years to get this quartet of vaccinations again. Apparently I need them now that my spleen is gone. I wonder if the dayplanner on my cel phone will let me schedule something that far in advance...