What done did happened... ugh.
So yesterday was a great big barrel of no-fun.

Got in the shower (as one is likely to do) before radiation, got out, tripped and pulled the tube outta my stomach. That, dear friends, required a trip to the UW and awake!surgery (though I was awake last time, too, come to think of it) while they put another one in. Took about 45 minutes.

'Awake' being a relative term because the amount of drugs and painkillers they put into me first? I was talking abouuuuuuuuut... oh, who knew what? And I dozed off anyway. That said? I could still feel it at one point and it FELT LIKE someone was punching a hole through the middle of my stomach. Again. The inside. With a hole-punch. A stubborn, dull one. And once the LOCAL anesthetics wore off? OHMYFUC- yeah. This is not fun and will not be something I'll be repeating. I'll just starve first, thanks.

And the drugs & painkillers made me sick all night. I'm such a lightweight.

OH! And my sister says I'm probably going to lose another 10 pounds because of it. LOL