May 19, 2007

Gazing In Horror

Last night I took the younglings up to McDonald's; they got Happy Meals, I got a chocolate shake. (I can have those now, you know, with this liquid diet and all.)

Anyhoo, as I pull up to the first window to pay and hand over the money, the chick in the window just stares at my arm with a horrified look on her face. My left arm has a big bruise on it from the IV. That poor girl must have thought I'd been shooting up or something.

It isn't that bad, really; the bruise is starting to fade.

But you know what? This is the first time I've left the hospital without a baby!