My dreams have come true! The stitches and staples have been taken out and Dr. B says I don’t have to wear the collar any more. After the examination and procedure, Dr. B, and Jane, and I are together in the hospital lobby. Dr. B and Jane are talking to each other, and I’m preoccupied [...]

What bothers me the most about being wounded is having this cone around my head. Dr. B calls it a collar but I think he’s just being kind.  The “instructions” call it an “Elizabethan collar”. Do I look like my name is Elizabeth? I don’t understand why I have to have this cone, or collar, [...]