Seriously … my knee remains the size of a grapefruit and I continue to drag my leg around behind me because bending it is a joke.  The four stitches in my neck from my "abnormal cell" adventure are making me quite thankful it’s scarf weather.  Matt says I'm snoring like a 300-pound woman.  And now I feel like a ticking time-bomb who is going to have her hoo hah blown to bits at any given second to deliver a baby.  I realize it could be far worse, but I think I need to look into some self-help chants to keep myself in check.