Day 7

So here I am exactly one week after surgery. A little bruised and swollen but not so bad, I think. Just remember... I've been chopped up, drilled into and sanded down.

I am no longer being hidden under layers of bandages and I feel this fresh air is doing me good.

The first week after surgery, I was being taken care of by Mireille's better half. This week, mom and dad are spending their days here ensuring my total comfort. In other words, I'm being spoiled rotten. Hey, there has to be a good side to all of this.