Okay, so it's not really a port. It's called a "Groshong Catheter". But it's still sticking out of my chest. Surgery wasn't as crazy as I'd thought it would be. But five medical people in one room standing over you is still a lot. It feels like I've done a bunch of reps with a really heavy weight bar. And did I mention there are things sticking out of my chest? Oh, and my skin is blue. The cleaning substance they used dyes your skin blue. So I look like I've either just been to a football game, or I'm auditioning for a smurf.
We're at Virginia Mason now, waiting for the nurse to show herself. Good thing we checked in early. Thank you all for your prayers, they helped me a lot today. If you're interested in visiting me, please contact Lisa.
Please continue to pray that my nausea will be minimal while I'm here. Thanks again for all the support.
~B.