It’s not lovely, but it’s progress. When my bandages came off and I saw the staples in my hip I had to lay down, so I wouldn’t pass out. Which is kind of funny, since it’s not like it’s the first time I’ve ever seen staples in my skin. I guess it’s something I’ll never get used to. My bruising has gone down a ton. I am healing.
Carter is on the move and wasn’t happy when he got stuck under a chair today.
Aunt LaDeane came over to my mom’s tonight. I was so glad to see her.
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