Lucky Number 7

I say lucky, because sitting in my lap in the first photo are my very positive CT results. Here is Kyle documenting my trip into sleepy treatment land.

I say lucky, also, because you get to see me without my eyebrows penciled in or my beloved mascara. Don't you feel lucky? What's the point when you're not even going to bother stopping to wash your face when you get home and crawl into bed for 48 straight hours.
Nikki hooking up my port.
What I call the VIP section. Really it's just overflow during a packed house. But with only 3 chairs, it feels like a different world away from the masses.
Benadryl coma. Oblivious to the music blasting in my ears. It's the power of medically-induced sleep.

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