…I ever tell you about the time I sneezed so hard, my guts came out?
Well, not guts, more like blood. Gobs of blood.
I am held together by tape and well-meaning intentions. (Up until last week, there were staples involved. Upon tomorrow’s visit, we’ll see.)
I never truly realized how much involvement an abdomen has when you sneeze. Trying to prevent sneezing is a futile effort. Like a Greek tragedy. A Sisyphusian effort.
Which is probably where they get the word, “sissy.”
My grandmother thinks I’m a sissy for fussing over bleeding. (They used to build ‘em tougher.)
(I was gonna post a picture but decided against it: recovery is disgusting.)
In other news: my belly button has been found!!!!!!
