Wearing my bile on my sleeve

Cancer has made me even more spiritual and finally I have become a hole-y man.  Bilirubin, acting like a spoiled brat again, had to be reprimanded.  As part of my healing process I had to get tapped like a keg.  I am a lucky recipient of 2 taps (drains).  One is right below my chest protruding out of my abdomen, and the other is nestled between my right side rib cage.  Those with weak stomachs like my little sis, are probably cringing right now, and let me tell you, it hurts more than octomom's labor pains, but luckily I am flying high on 40 mg of morphine (thank you modern medicine). 

For those that do not know what the level of a Bilirubin child on good behavior is 0.1-1.2.  Mine, was at 8.4 on Sunday evening when Talla and I went to the ER.  Bili definitely deserved a good spanking (As my mom would say, some tough love) and the doctor gave it to him real good!  8.4 was the highest that Bili had been so far.  The GREAT news is that the Bilirubin taps are working like a charm, and the level has come down to a mere 5.6!!!  Woo hoo.    I'm aiming in the 3 range for tomorrow.  It's amazing.  Even a couple of hours after surgery I actually felt normal.  First time in 6 weeks that I felt that way. 

So it is a bit odd having drains and bags hanging off of me and to be completely honest I have been a little self conscious about it all...but I feel that the best way to get over it is to post some pictures for you guys.  Please don't hate me because I am beautiful!