20th Surgery

So due to taking goofy pictures on December 8th,  am now having my twentieth surgery. Okay, to be honest, that is not the real reason I am having surgery, but it is a contributor. So as it turns out my skin on the right side of my head has given out and tore. This means that that plastic covering that is protecting my brain is now exposed. In other words, I am at risk of getting an infection that could reach my brain...not a good thing.
Thankfully I had already set up an appointment to see my surgeon for December 12th. When I showed him my head he was not happy, he told me right away that this was not good and that he would need to do surgery. Since we are talking about my brain, I had to go see a neurosurgeon; he took one look at my head and the results of my CT scan and MRI and said that I needed to have both the plastic cover and titanium mesh replaced. Thankfully, I have no infection and both my surgeons are confident that they can fix me. I currently do not have a specific date, but trust me that when I do, I will write about it.
After I realized that  I was bleeding from the side of my head, I walked quickly from the second floor of the venue to the first floor to the bathroom. It was there that I was able to see the extent of my injury. I knew right then and there that the bleeding was not good and that a band-aid and ice would not fix it. My friend Chantal texted me asking where I was and why I ran out on her. I texted her as I held a paper towel to my head trying to avoid questions and eyes from fellow colleagues that were using the restroom. Chantal met me in the bathroom, and I showed her my injury, her reaction, "shit, that's not good." I told her I was going home to clean it up and to ice it. While she and I discussed on my ride home, my manager walked into the bathroom. She took one look at us and instinctively knew something was off. She walked to us, saw that I had a wet paper towel to my head and asked. So I showed her. Again her reaction was, "shit that's not good Angela."
I kept insisting that I needed to go home, but my brilliant and wise manager was like, " Just put a band-aid to stop the bleeding."
Duh, Angela! Why didn't you think of this before?  After she found a band-aid and placed it on my head, we snapped a picture and continued partying!