It’s been two weeks since Lexie’s surgery.
2 weeks . . .
1234 dollars (yes, really).
1 giant plastic cone.
56 pills that I had to hide in peanut butter.
14 nights spent sleeping with her on my parents floor.
14 mornings of waking up and pressing a frozen spoon against my eyes to try and hide the bags.
2 books to pass the time.
4 early morning concerts put on by my brother in the kitchen.
8 workouts done in my parents garage.
3 bruises from doing ab exercises on the garage floor.
4 far from excellent runs.
1 door eaten.
And tonight it all ends.
Tonight the stitches come out and Lexie and I get to go home.
Tonight I get to make dinner in my own kitchen, and I can chat with my dog the entire time without anyone asking who the hell I’m talking to. I can watch whatever I want on tv, I can sit around in my underwear, and then I get to sleep in my own bed.
I am so, so excited.