Quick update.

So I've been packing my mom's open belly wound for the past few weeks, which has been awesome beyond explanation (makes me wanna become a nurse, or a medic).

Just recently though, she went for a check-up from a gastrointestinal surgeon who was a nice guy and all (very handsome older gentlemen with a deep booming voice, looked like a cross between Tommy Lee Jones and Powers Boothe, little bit of Josh Brolin), but despite how well it was healing up solely from being packed with gauze, decided to use Sterile Strips to bind the outer tissue together.

What do you know? There's a pocket of infection formed in it now that her home health nurse discovered early today. Man, that woman is great looking. Really short and nice shape and everything, cute as a button. . .

But back on subject, my mom has to go early tomorrow morning and have the surgeon dig around in there and try to find the abscesss - fun stuff.

Other than that though, she's on the road to recovery. Which is good.

Now it's time to walk to McDonald's and get a 75 cent Diet Coke. Yes, Diet. I'm a fatty.