The first thing my dad does as the nurses wheel me into my hospital room is whip out his camera phone and start snapping pictures. Of course, when I saw my incredibly awesome style I realized that I totally would have done the same thing. Dr. Reichman did my hair himself--like it?
That's one good-looking brain patient if I do say so myself. For any of you who wish to know, the surgery was deemed a success; my cerebellum and poor little tonsils are no longer squished and yes, I am now part cow. The first two days in the hospital sucked--there's really no other way to say it, they were horrible. I couldn't make it 3 steps without throwing up. I couldn't even enjoy what little there was of my liquid diet. It was sad. However, I made it past the nights of no sleep, the puking and the horrific pain to a better place. Today I even took a shower--well, sort of, I couldn't wash my head, but I washed the rest of me. I even had scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast. Things are, slowly but surely, getting better. No cartwheels yet, but I'll work on it.