My poor sweetie, what a week he's had. Tuesday he had a lipoma (fatty tumor) removed from his right arm, which involved needles (six of them? eight of them? every time he mentions it, there are more needles in the story) being jabbed into his arm. (He's had the lipoma for years-- it's not serious, it was just in an inconvenient spot.)
On Wednesday, an insurance company nurse came to do a physical and take some blood, which involved another needle in his arm.
And Friday morning, he went in for the old "snip-snip," you know, the one that when you mention it, every guy within ten miles crosses his legs reflexively...and of course, more needles were involved, and not in the arm region this time.
Todd hates needles, hates 'em, hates 'em. I think he's glad this week is over with. I think he'll be even gladder when he can walk non-bowlegged, and put the frozen peas away for good. I took this picture of him when he was unconscious from the Vicodin...he'll probably be mad, but he's just so darn cute.
