Six minutes to the season premier of Game of Thrones. I have Griffin here with me, we have chocolate cake, we're all set.
I survived the second exasperating visit of the slow motion visiting nurse, let's hope I'm done with that soon. I had a nice day of visitors and feel neither better or worse, but since I didn't come home feeling all that badly, I'm fine with that.
I hadn't planned on looking at the scar just yet, but I did yesterday and it didn't upset me. It made me nauseous because it's 16" of yuckiness, and I'm squeamish but I can tell the surgeon did a really good job. It didn't make me sob... omg, gotta go, it's 9p.m.