Had my pre-op yesterday. Apparently, my burned skin is looking amazeballs. Like a baby's bottom. Well, let's not go too far, but it's great news (thank you, Creme De La Mer and my own vanity, and my credit card). I was supposed to have 2 surgeries but now my skin is banging enough to do it all in 2 months! CAN I GET A "WHAT THE F*CK HAVE I DONE RIGHT???"
I'm so happy. One recovery. Get it done. The nipple is way down the road regardless. We discussed a clown nose with the doc. Methinks we amuse him. Heck - we know we do. Talking with his nurses and joking around while he did all his "I'm a serious doctor writing crap and taking measurements and junk" and he kept smiling and almost giggling.
That's right. I have cancer, but not of the funny bone!
I am SO thrilled and can not wait. I wish I could be done before a TV appearance but I'm hoping to hear about wardrobe specs today so I can shop. I really only love 3 bras right now - they're made by Danskin and are unwired, moulded sports bras. And they make me (with creative padding and coaxing) look pretty even. Hopefully I can find a dress that fits the dress code and covers the bra (racer back and way too sporty to be under a fancy dress!!!). Eh, que sera. I'm alive and stuff!!!
Officially dropped back into my favorite size. Never thought I'd see it again. This intermittent fasting is good. I don't mind having an off day - we had 2 dinners out in a row and I enjoyed every bite. It's - so far - a very sane approach to food. Been doing it for a month and recently read a one page "story" in some chick mag about a similar style and it really does make sense. My body feels so much better. So does my brain. So do my jeans. ;)
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