Although its been real fun on Vox, I don't like certain features of it, like that you have to have an account to comment. So I am moving to new diggs. Please come visit me there and leave me TONS of comments
The Tale of the Shrinking Boobies New Home
I can't begin to describe the horrendous itchiness that comes with the healing from this surgery. I never realized how badly healing wounds itched, probably because I had never been sliced open the way I was for this. I didn't particularly take it easy today either so that is probably a big part of this. I am not used to being tired though and not being able to sleep, and I really don't like it.
Although I find it difficult to express in words how badly I am itching right now, here are a few of the solutions that I have thought of to relieve the itching. Using a hairbrush to scratch with. If that failed I could use the metal part of my foot scrubber and if those both failed, there has to be some amount of tequila that could put me to sleep, although I am not will to stake my life on that claim.
I fear complaining about the surgery too much, I don't want to seem like I think it was a mistake, its just that I am a big fat wienie and I like to bitch. Seriously though, its a difficult process, made more difficult by the fact that although deemed necessary by my insurance it was very much a voluntary surgery and not a life of death one, so I choose to do this as opposed being told it had to be done. Its hard sometimes to think of that. The scars don't bother me, but knowing that I subjected myself to the level of pain that I have it sometimes hard to take.
Mind you, this isn't any more painful then child birth was or even the recovery from child birth cause that was some painful stuff right there, but again, that was sort of life or death, I didn't give birth to my kids and one of us would have died, so you see it was unavoidable, well I guess 42 weeks earlier it hadn't been but we wont get into that, and yes it was 42 weeks because I have the gestation period of an elephant and try to carry my children until they can walk out or at the very least change their own diapers. Thats another story though.
Well a month and 2 days, since the new twins arrived. I am getting used to them, but this last 3 days or so has been rough. They are aching and I can only think that maybe its almost that time of the month or something. Whatever it is, it hurts. I actually dreamed about them last night, and not in that good Jason Statham rubbing them way but in the I was a pirate and the pirate Dr had to look at them because they hurt so bad way. I don't know why pirate, I never said the dream made sense. I blame the drugs. Its easier that way.
My healing seems to be going good, my scars are getting lighter and my boobs are taking on a nice shape. I would post a picture but I am not sure if that would violate the terms of service for Vox and I am not about to read them, so if you want to see them, e-mail me. I do like to show them off. I wish I had some before pictures, but alas I was too stupid to remember to do that.
I thought that I had a witty post coming but I seem to be babbling so I think I will go for now. If I think of something funny I will tell you
