Today was my last Fragmin injection, which is a relief because my poor tummy is dotted with little, sore, round bruises.
To celebrate, I decided to partake in an adult beverage this evening, my first since before the surgery. I had three glasses of wine and decided I better stop. Nobody wants to see a drunk girl on crutches. Or a drunk girl on crutches fall down. My crutches fall down enough as it is.
Speaking of which, why doesn't somebody invent some kind of kickstand so the darn things don't tip over so much?