Did I post this anywhere around here before? I can't recall.
Taken in January; I was freaked out by mortality, at the time, but I knew that I would really be pissed at myself later if I didn't get a shot of it. My mother was at first really disturbed, but then she couldn't help herself kibitzing a little bit, and holding back the shower curtain so I could get a representative shot. She was super helpful during the whole cleaning / packing process. My moms is the shit, really. Love her. Wife was, poor thing, wholly unable to cope with the grue and insanity of this particular go-round with medical fun. I have three more of these but the fucking attachment procedure is a drag. Click click click gah.
This all came out of my ass. A very merry belated Solstice to you all.
I wasn't prepared to let all that hit the bathroom floor, DRZ - should've though; would have made so much of a better picture and there's no way in hell anyone was going to be getting me to clean anything up at that point.
It's the aftermath of a surgery. The cool part is I will get to have this same surgery again in about a month. Won't be as traumatic, I expect, though, because I will know what to expect.