This is pretty much THE LAST POST about my boobs. It’s really just an update, for all the people who may have been “WELL? DID YOU HAVE SURGERY OR NOT?!”
Easy peasy. Done in outpatient surgery. Sent home with a bucket of Vicodin and an ice pack.
I’ve got a month off to recuperate. And catch up on my homework. And TV shows that I’ve been DVR’ing, but not watching. And do things during the day that I’d normally have to take time off to do. That, of course, will be after I feel better, but before I have to return to work. I’m hoping that this will work out to be at least 2 weeks.
In the meantime, The Man has been making sure I take my meds, feeding me and checking in on me from time to time. And of course, providing sympathy when required:
Me: This newest scar is not pretty at all.
The Man: I think it gives you character.
Him: Yeah. You can just tell people you got stabbed in the tit in a bar fight.
Yeah, that’s my man y’all. He always knows just what to say to make me feel better.
Best cover story EVER.
Now THAT is true love.
Glad your surgery went well ❤