Unwound Ace bandages,
pulled on long ribbons of gauze,
emptied bloody drains
and took my first look.
Here's the latest incarnation of Flopsy and Mopsy. The expanders aren't inflated much yet; just enough to see a bit of fullness on my upper chest and a wee wee bit of cleavage. Haha.
Oh the joys of the first 48 hours after surgery, not sleeping, not pooping, bad sore throat still groggy just plain stupid stage.
They say you gotta go through it to get to it.
I like what Winston Churchill said.
"If you are going through hell, keep going."
Thank you Winston.
|That ain't fruit punch Baby.|
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