Well, is it? ^
The ‘Woomba ^
Post Pent-Warming ^ Pent got warmed.
Cannulation. ALWAYS have perfect peds in case of emergency.
*a brief intermission*
Yeah. Eff off, Jesus.
I do have *unreal* feet. Surely something had to go my way …
My balcony. Magically warm on the peds in winter.
With Billy Bob in Bangers, near the farm.
Still not sure …
Blood THAT far up the line isn’t a good look. Nor is a cannula in your foot, but it can always be worse.
At oncology clinic.
Aesop. Spa. Place up in Moolools. Oh, yeah.
Not feet, but leg centric. And Bert, my protector/best spooning partner ever. Bertle is my main man ♥ ♥ ♥
Praise Baxter bottles of Cefalothin 🙂 Gotta love thyself a hospital chapel.
So we’ve determined that I have great feet, so why do they always cannulate them? #shitIVaccess
Pro Hart approves.
Feet on the clinic desk wheel-of-fortune!
Oh, Bert … you ARE special.
Last weeks transplant clinic feet on the desk Wheel of Fortune …
Because I can.