Valve-o-line
When Amy and I bought our first house in Acworth, we took in a pitiful (mentally and otherwise) cat named Yin Yang. She loves to tell the story of how this disgusting cat won my heart, but long story aside, Yin Yang came home with us. It turned out she had a huge abcess on her back (the cat, not Amy) that needed draining and resulted in her having a gory tube coming from her back. Amy's friend Steph called the poor cat Vallve-o-line and Tubey. More and more, I can relate to that cat (though I think I still maintain a shred of my sanity, unlike the cat).

The tube hurts like hell. Everytime I move or cough, I feel like someone is driving a nail between my ribs and through the thick muscle of my back. Very painful, but hopefully it's only for a few weeks. I ended up staying an extra night in the hospital (of course) because I reacted badly to the pain medications. The drug was called Narco. How could you not respond badly to a drug called Narco? It made me really sick, really light headed, and filled my should-be-sleeping hours with hallucinations. No fun.

I should be returning home tomorrow (Monday) and I'll have to figure out how to function normally (there's that 'normal' word again) with this new addition to my person. So far the tube has not leaked a single drop, but it's mainly there so that the hole in my esophagus stays dry enough to heal. And to cause me massive discomfort.

More from me soon...

Hans