tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post5114490102912611501..comments2009-04-12T09:52:02.287-04:00Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09166775149632487946noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-55077389960808096592009-04-12T09:52:00.000-04:002009-04-12T09:52:00.000-04:00Happy Easter (if you celebrate it)!!!!Skittleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13408633498198921799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-46722525337429195122009-04-09T12:46:00.000-04:002009-04-09T12:46:00.000-04:00I am glad your liver has company since your gallbladder left it all alone....Vixenhttp://vixensden.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-31184894485681371452009-04-07T14:52:00.000-04:002009-04-07T14:52:00.000-04:00It is such an awful feeling to try and wake up from surgery. Icky stuff. LOL at your son. Did your husband throw the ball?Karenhttp://www.chatbugkaren.com/2009/04/07/heads-or-tails-list-three/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-33838909757743056382009-04-07T13:37:00.000-04:002009-04-07T13:37:00.000-04:00Excellent post, as always! Glad you escaped the men with knives and didn't trip on your sheet. Take care!Tumblewords:http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279038951489894119noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-13458203492988587652009-04-07T12:25:00.000-04:002009-04-07T12:25:00.000-04:00Yes I would say you are a story teller. Being a Recovery Room RN I have seen patients wake up from the surgery in all sorts of states...and yes it can be traumatizing to hear someone else screaming....having had open heart surgery in December know all to well the whole groggy state....I actually remember them taking the breathing tube out of my mouth...looking over at my daughters and saying to them what troopers they were for hanging around the whole time....funny the things we say...and thoughts that come to our head.<BR/><BR/>Hope you are feeling better and get a chance to throw the ball around with your son.Smalltown RNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08806734351278128551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-54453398929829130862009-04-07T10:17:00.000-04:002009-04-07T10:17:00.000-04:00Skittles, thanks for the kind words!!! It's great that I can make you laugh with my pain (tee hee) ... seriously, or jokingly - laugh away!!!Lisa - Life is Like a Box of Legoshttp://www.lifeislikeaboxoflegos.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916109210087705153.post-30502041785751990652009-04-07T10:10:00.000-04:002009-04-07T10:10:00.000-04:00Lisa, I love your take on things!!! Masked men with knifes? hahaha. (Sorry if I'm not supposed to laugh about your trauma.)<BR/><BR/>You had to WALK? Here's a hint. Next time ask for Demerol or something while still in your room. Then you cannot walk. You just lay there being stupid. :P<BR/><BR/>Your son is hilarious!!!<BR/><BR/>P.S.<BR/>Yesterday my hubby was looking over my blog. Something he would never do unless I said something vague like, "Go look at my blog."<BR/><BR/>He saw your blog link on my sidebar and said, "That looks like a fun blog." He's right. :)Skittleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13408633498198921799noreply@blogger.com