Just remembered about the blog.

Yeah, so Chemistry is really time consuming. I forgot all about the blog.

Anyways, I was sitting there with all my friends at dinner (yes, I have friends) and I got a text from daddy. It said "I'm alive!" I have to say, I was pretty happy.

So, basically he's conscious now. And coming home this weekend. Horray!

My owie has now turned into a scar. It still hurts when I poke it, though. Everyone keeps saying it won't scar much, but I hope it does. That would be the coolest scar ever.

I'mmm Bacckkk !!!

Finally back to what seems like normalcy again. It has been a hell of a ride and I tired of traveling. After my first surgery, things seemed to be going ok, but something it the recovery led me to believe that my recovery was going to be longer. Physically I felt fine, fine for having major surgery. But I was short-winded. And it was getting worse. My surgery was the 22nd and by the end of the week, there were real  hopes of getting me back home. By saturday my blood was no longer carrying adequate oxygen differing reasons so far No matter how much air was passed through my lungs, I was topping out under 90%. With no other choice, they went back in. OK, so I woke back up last night but still had the breather tube. That was removed so now I can try to find just what has been happening.