Remicade, I know I had some harsh words with you a couple weeks ago, but I am writing to apologize. Unless I wake up sick, then you are back on my shit list. Until then, see you in two weeks xoxo
Action shot of the Remicade flowing through my tiny little veins. (This is a fact, I have little veins, they are difficult to stab. Side note: Today I learned that my temperature runs a little hotter than your average citizen of the earth. In Twilight this would make me a werewolf, so I'm waiting to go through that change. I'll keep you abreast of the situation).
Left handed photographers I sing your praises. Never before had I realized the pains you suffer for your craft, my hats off to you sirs and mams. How do you do it? Life really just isn't fair, I won't take be right handed for granted again, until, you know, I get my right hand back and I forgot all about your troubles, suckers.
Welcome to cribs Georgetown Hospital edition, it's where all the magic happens for sure, I can't even tell you about the crazy times I've had here. That chair? It's seen some things...if faux-leather upholstery could talk.....
Here's my Mom's foot, exciting times in the Infusion Unit. Note the floors, they're new, this center has only be up and running for two weeks.
