My wife (1st angel), Brenda (2nd angel) and kids had names for the several different stages of swelling that I went through. When I first was admitted to the hospital the medical staff, as a matter of coarse, puts you in labelled categories during triage. When I went to emergency they immediately labeled me as a morbidly obese white male (there's probably some catch little acronym that they use like MOBY or something). That certainly isn't any thing to aspire to but later, when they cut into me, I'm happy to report, they re-evaluated me. I think the comment was that I wasn't obese, just a big guy (that's what I've been saying for years). Fortunately for me, they scratched out original label and I was no longer known as the morbidly obese white guy in the corner room. However, I did swell up and went through quite the transformation. There were a total of 4 categories, some with subs. They included (from worse to better):
The bloated bullfrog
Big angry Samoan
Large puffing bullfrog
This stage included new Angelina Jolee lips
Hey... that looks like Dad's chin
Angelina Jolee lips are gone
That's Dad's real nose
Dad's eyes look like they do when he's asleep on the couch
These pictures are around 5-6 days after the accident (no one wanted to take any pictures till they thought I might make it through). The swelling is someplace between stage 3 and 4 without the Angelina Jolee lips.
