Hey there people. Checking in. I'm doing remarkably well. Coming back together, piece by piece. I took these pics yesterday afternoon. Oddly, the biggest bruising wasn't from the actual surgical points, but rather from the NG tube, I think.



There is some yellowing along my jaw line, but my sweet, sweet beard hides most of it. I actually took the clippers to my face yesterday so as to not scare little kids or small dogs.

ps. Catheters pretty much suck. Wow, so freaking terrible. The worst part wasn't having it removed, even though that was terrible. But rather, 2 hours or so after having it removed and drinking what seemed like gallons of water, the urge to urinate is super high. However, the body still thinks it has the catheter and is a little confused. I think there might be an air bubble block that has to be worked through too. Before my first piss, I thought I was going to explode. It was a pretty terrible feeling, like I was going to burst. Once I finally went, I was pretty much in a heaven / nirvana. Pure bliss. Weird.

pps. What about those sweet myspace-style shots? Better than glamour shots.

ppps. Current weight: 163.5 lbs. I think I was at 175lbs a week ago.

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Some have you who read this blog have a regular chance to speak to me face to face. Anyone who has spoke to me face to face in the last 3 years has probably noticed I have braces. Yes, braces. Orthodontic work. Probably a little strange for a man nearly 30 but you know what they say, "young til I die." Anyway, Tuesday was a big day in the braces game for me. Part of my ortho process involved oral surgery. Below, I present the before and after pics. Turn away if you are slightly squeamish. Fear not, I didn't post up "the day after pics" but rather "the day after the day" The day after pics are much more gruesome and are probably worse looking because I was still in ICU at the time with about 6 million wires plugged into me.



Oh yeah, I'm fine too. I experienced very little pain and got out of the hospital one day early. My doctor and nurses were really amazed by my progress. I lay all my thanks to a healthy lifestyle and an endless supply of PMA. Really, PMA got me through a fucking lot.

And now slow eating, but I'm doing fine. Much love to every person who texted me or shot me an email. I really appreciated it. You'd be surprised how slow those nights wore by in a little hospital room. Good thing I had baseball and basketball to keep me company. Oddly, I somehow fell asleep before Papelbon blew both saves. Weird.

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