The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together. ~Erma Bombeck
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Warning: you may be scarred for life
Ok, well, I wasn't going to post this, but I thought, what the hell...I showed my gut last summer swimming with the kids, so... You notice, the staples go like a little railroad track from just under my breast-bone to all the way down stopping about a half inch before my belly button. And so as not to scar anyone for life with my "scars for life", the bandage remains hiding where the drainage tube goes in. It's only about a 3/8 inch tube and hole.
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