Chris did not take pictures, but we will get some this weekend. I think he was a little bit worried, especially post-surgery. They told us they called in the Darvocet prescription to our pharmacy, but when we got there the pharmacy had no record of it. My anesthesia was starting to truly wear off and I was rather muddle-headed, so I didn't know what to do next. Chris is not used to that kind of problem solving and wasn't sure what to donext, plus I think the fact that I was openly crying in Target rattled him a little.
So, I did what any self-respecting daughter would do. I came home, shoved my discharge paperwork in her hand and told my mommy to "Fix This!". She ended up going around in a couple circles, but got a hold of the Dr's service and he called it right in. Mommy's are the best!
See, told you I am wired. I shouldn't even be on here!
Edit: I forgot about my webcam:
Don't I look like I am drugged? LOL