Brake. Break.

After almost two weeks of being home....I'm headed back to work today.

TWO WEEKS. That's a long time.

I'll be the one who is kicking and screaming and wearing jammie pants and slippers and wagging a bag of sausage balls and a tin of Christmas cookies.

I'm taking my oral surgery patient over to the rehab unit of Connie Memorial Hospital. She is recovering nicely, although still in some significant pain. I think the visions of ponies chasing her have subsided. She is also craving BBQ nachos and steak. Neither of which her stitched up mouth can have. Soup and jello for her.

Alrighty people. Wish me luck. I'm outta' here.