Despite the mind-numbing, sleep-inducing Vicodin, I slept only about four hours last night (that's my typical night, so not to worry); I alternated between reading, surfing the web, writing and eating.
I was up and down all night; feeling abandoned and lonely in this recliner in the front room by myself. Bored out of my mind.
But enough of that; you don't really care to hear about my "recovery"; what you do want is gruesome pictures.
And the truth is, it's pretty ugly looking. It swelled up quite a bit over night, and it bled a bit.
And, unfortuately for Katie, it's a far cry from "surprised" looking; although "beat-on-by-Mike-Tyson" should prove just as pleasing to her.