True story.
My daughter over heard me telling someone on the phone about how the
vaping took place in the hospital. She then told the real story. Pain pills obviously erase memory because it was not like the story I had in my head.
Apparently I refused to get in bed when they brought me in from the recovery room. I was sitting in the chair with all my stuff around me digging through my bags when my daughter got there. I found my
vape (one of 4 I snuck in) and promised my daughter I just wanted to hold it but would not
vape until 1) she came back in the room from retrieving something from the car 2) I asked the DR or a nurse (I am amazed I agreed to this one because everybody knows I have opposition deviance disorder and ask NO ONE for permission on ANYTHING
Apparently when she came back in the room, the room had vapor in it and even though I was on the phone I guess I admitted guilt.
I was hooked to a strange thing that I had never seen before. I drainage tube hooked to a chart type thing that showed the amount of drainage. An interesting thing: I saw vapor in this thing when I would vape.
Living on the edge here always and thank you GOD I am alive and the cancer is gone.
