team gloria reporting in from the outside world (which we’ve not seen outside of the 1 block radius chez nous for a week)
saw the surgeon – OW – (yes, that was the stitches) and OW – steri-strips and OW – something deeply weird shot up our nostrils and OW – scope checking out throat and DEAR GOD – (that was us looking in the mirror – a Tiny Bit Too Frankenstein’s monstre, darlings.
we waited for the dressing.
apparently it “needs to breathe”.
No news on C powers yet.
Another week to wait.
Starting on hormones (yup) now.
Oh joy barely contains us.
see you soon.
heading home now with the lovely Jonathan from One Stop NYC (he brought groceries and is going to Do Tasks in the apartment while we pass out again)