To the Doc tomorrow!

Boy, this whole recovery thing has me exhausted. But, I had a productive day. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the doc will tell me tomorrow that it's totally cool to take off this *&^#@^#%&*#^$ bandage around the top of my chest. Literally - it's pushing them down - like I actually want that? But, I get it. It will make them more natural, and after having that fake-ass expander in for 8 months, I know that, for me, it's embarrassing to look like you have fake boobs.

I'll never be a porn star or a stripper.

Good thing I have established some sort of a career already.

Funny, hubs and I watched a movie the other night called After Porn Ends. We find documentaries fascinating. This was a really interesting look into the lives of folks who go into porn, what happens down that road and when they leave. Man, it kind of haunted me the next day as well - just thinking about some of those folks. Glad that some were able to move on somehow, and sad that others had a hard time. Seems the "old schoolers" did better than the contemporaries. I guess once the world had access to making their own "art", it became a crazier world, full of competition and lots of undercutters.

Hey! That's like music!

Ok. If I survive cancer, I can certainly survive the music business for a long time to come.

Anyway, I should really get my butt to bed. Seriously, this whole recovering-from-surgery shit is really tiring. In spurts. As soon as I lay down, I may very well feel like Cornholio. Ah, the Classics.