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picture perfect description of how I'm going to feel for the rest of this week



This was Trevy zonked out on the ride home from Boston Children's Monday.  


I happen to think it completely captures the essence of what I mean when I call it the...


Hospital Hangover.  


::smile:: 


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Anonymous said…
I LOVE that term and I'm so gonna own it, especially next month when we head to Childrens. I knew it wasn't a midlife crisis, but sure feels like one. Humor gets us through so much. Thanks for sharing. Heather
April 13, 2011 at 4:19 PM
Danielle said…
((((((((hugs)))))))) for the journey.

BTW...I think your blog may be my newest favorite.

...d
April 13, 2011 at 4:37 PM
Wendi Taylor said…
Saw this & thought of you (and your fellow seizure moms). Topamax is being recalled due to a strange odor.

http://money.cnn.com/2011/04/14/news/companies/topamax_recall_johnson/index.htm
April 14, 2011 at 11:07 AM
Anonymous said…
Completely perfect.

Barbara
April 16, 2011 at 2:40 PM
kristen said…
I love that term. You need to trademark it fast!! ;) Children's is so overwhelming on it's own, let alone throw in a long car ride and a bunch of info you don't want to hear or can't digest. Hospital Hangover is the perfect term.
Hope you have recovered by now.
April 22, 2011 at 1:40 PM
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