Surgery

Warning: If you are a squeamish person, this post is probably not for you. Avert your eyes.

Ready.


Go.

I had surgery to remove a VERY LARGE cystic tumor from my stomach area. It turned out to be totally benign (yay!), but the growth also caused some damage. 


Y'know. 


Inside of me.


So, the doc had to remove a few other things while she was at it. (a.k.a. One of my ovaries. Oh and my fallopian tube. Oh and my dignity). Just kidding about the dignity. I lost that later when the nurses had to sit me on the toity and squirt me down... as I sat basically naked. I know. Awesome. Well, it was either then or when I threw up in the hallway as my nurse and Mike were taking me for a walk. Luckily another nurse grabbed a garbage can in time. I know. Awesome.


Man, that hurt though. 
Ooh. 
Hurts just thinking about it. 


Anyway, whenever it was, I know I lost my dignity somewhere because now I have NO inhibitions when it comes to lifting my shirt and showing people my skin. 


MY STOMACH. C'mon people.


And so here I am. A few days after surgery. In all my stapled glory.

I know. Awesome.


I do have some more gruesome pics of the actual surgery... but I guess I'll draw the line somewhere.