after

This post is brought to you by vicodin, motrin, care packages and a break in the fog.

Mario took me to the surgery center this morning...I snuggledunder heated blankets, g0t put to sleep, and was relaxed. I woke u//with bleeding, shaky legs, and some interesting news.

At home Mario and my dad helped me move, eat, and remain comfortable while I experienced pain unlike anything I'd ever imagined while moving my legs. From the waist down I can not move my legs without assistancr. For the most part I am just tired and ouchy.