On to Monday (recovery day 3). I stayed in the room most of the day resting and watching HBO. Omar picked me up and I visited 2 patients in the hospital, Janett and Sandra and gossiped for a while. I have head hunger BAD so a lot of time was discussing months of menus. I REALLY want an omelet with goat cheese and some buffalo chicken dip, maybe together. It changes day to day.
Omar took me to get a mani/pedi. Dr. Kelly said he usually pays for patients pedis, and Omar paid for my nails. He is a brave soul to hang out in a nail shop/salon with all women and even got his hair cut. We went back to the hospital and one patient needed a fan so Omar and I went to the store and he bought a fan. We assembled it (I did put in 4 screws...) . I got back to hotel around 9pm. Sweet stuff is tasting weird to me and I didn't like the hotel broth, very plain. I tipped $1 for room service to bring me a big tub of ice for my drinks. I felt 100% safe while in Tj. I didn't leave the hotel without Omar or Cecy. At the hotel you have to have a room key to press a floor in the elevator and your room has 3 locks.
On Tuesday, Omar picked me up and we visited the hospital. I got to see a picture of my stomach. It looked pink, bloated, and gross with some fat stuck to it. Asta la vista belly! I went with Dr. Kelly, Omar, and Dr. Kelly's son to a nice Chinese restaurant. The broth was delicious though I could only drink 4 sips of beverage and maybe 3/4 inch of a teacup of broth before I felt that full feeling. This pic is when I was finished eating.
We drove around Tijuana and I was shown different areas- industrial, residential, downtown. I got some good photos of the crew. I told my mom I had a "bodyguard" in Tj to make her feel better, so of course I had to have Omar pose as one. It works, right?
We went back to the hospital and Cecy met us and took me across the border. She gave me a mango popsicle by Nestle (Frizz?). I ate most of it, sooo good. I traveled with a license and certified birth certificate- no passport cause I was born in the USA, I was born in the USA (what, no one else heard this song in there head??). We crossed the border in 59 minutes with only a small lecture. I was told a passcard is around $50 or an enhanced license is available in some states for border crossing only. Back in the USA.
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