When the neurosurgeon changed my wound dressings this morning, I found 11 jagged metal staples in my head. Honestly? It's not my best look. But I feel oddly tough and confident I could hold my own in a bar brawl, so at least that's one less thing to worry about.
I am just sitting, feeling pretty good, waiting for transport to take me to the car. I can't wait to see my kids!!!