I asked the same questions. No one knows. I ask peeps what do y’all do with old shoes.
Can’t get an answer that applies.
Garage sales?
Donations to a charity?
Hey. There’s always shoes on the side of the road. Of course, they’re always left shoes.
There’s a one legged guy somewhere that doesn’t need a left shoe.
I will see the plastic surgeon for a consult in a few minutes. We sent scans of my head and face.
He did my massive reconstruction after my car wreck a few years ago.
He flew himself from Austin,Texas.
I’m slightly worried. I have awful memories of pain from my 6 surgery’s he did on me.
At least my implants have stabled up. I had one molar that was lose. The dentist screwed/glued it back in place.
All my family are in the hospital. I’m happy to have someone translate my signing. But they still buggin’ on me.
All i know is when they send you into a coma, it is real strange trip. ehere you exist there is so bizarre. i alternated between a dreamlike dtate and a more conscious feeling of paranoia, i really thought they wrre holding mr hostage and plitting my death. it was extremely odd. Glad you are running things like a boss. Tell the healing cat hello
So now you will have had two nose jobs. Becks, you really need to quit being so frivolous with your looks and rearranging everything or I’m going to drive down there to help @kenobi_65 put you into the bubblewrap jumpsuit and add a helmet and faceshield.
Yep that coma stuff is weird.
If any of you ever have a loved one in a coma talk to them not ‘about’ them.
I wasn’t exactly paranoid but I was afraid. A few comforting words would’ve been nice.
The Lil Wrekker kissed my cheek everytime she came and went. And held my hand. I was trying to do Helen Keller signing in her hand. She said my hand and fingers moved but she never thought I might be signing
The nurses never spoke to me. They checked my stuff and left.