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Did I mention I am a feedback whore and would LURVE comments if anyone is reading.  Otherwise I just feel like I am talking to myself.  Not that I don't talk to myself, I am a good listener, but its nice to know when I am talking to someone other then myself.  Makes me feel special.

Anyways, I left off right as I was opening my bra, hoping to get some response or something.  Anyways enough bitching and back to the story.  I opened my bra closed my eyes and peeked a little and was surprised as hell.  They. Were. Gorgeous.  Well for Frankentities at least they were.  I had tapes covering the incisions so I couldn't see that, but there was minimal bruising and that beaten with a bat look just wasn't there.  I had two really dark purple bruises where my liposuction was done, but other then that, they were pretty awesome.  They looked tiny to me and I was worried that my husband would pass out, but later measurement would reveal they are at least D's right now.  After that I looked at them every time I went to the bathroom.  I went a lot too, I couldn't get enough water.  I was like a camel filling up her two new humps.  The morning passed fairly ok and then they brought breakfast.  Sweet sweet breakfast, I could see a bowl of something, a mug of coffee and some other things.  I was so damn happy I dove at the tray.  Hmm Lemon Ice, nope want something solid, Jello, nope want solid.  Apple Juice?  Nope don't want to crap my pants.  Well lets see what is in this bowl, it has to be something yummy right?  Wrong.  It was chicken broth.  CHICKEN BROTH.  CHICKEN MOTHER FUCKING BROTH.  Um, hello where is my breakfast you just brought me crap.  *sigh* That was all I was getting.  Well at least I still had that slim fast bar in my bag and now I could get to it, so I went and got that and ate it.  Again though, that would make around 500 calories total in the past 30 hours or so at that point.  I called Dave and told him I was going to be discharged soon so he needed to get to the hospital soon and then I fell asleep.  Dave got there and I was actually released fairly quickly.  We live about an hour from the hospital if not more and on the drive home I told Dave we were stopping at Jack in The Box for some food.  He said, no I don't want you to puke in my car.  To which I said.  STOP AT THE MOTHER FUCKING JACK IN THE BOX OR I WILL KILL YOU NOW.  I AM NOT NAUSEAS.  He wisely took the exit to Jack in the Box and I spotted an A & W, so I told him to go there instead, he started to argue, noticed that my eyes were starting to glow again and wisely pulled in.  He got some sad little hamburger and I got this amazing double cheeseburger concoction and fries and a the biggest diet soda they had, ironic heh, but I can't drink regular anymore its too sweet.   I seriously gobbled down my burger and fries and sucked my soda dry, then started on Dave's drink.  I told him he wasn't really thirsty anyways.  He agreed and the rest of the drive went well.  His car has sport suspension which means you feel everything in the road, this hurt quite a bit but I muscled through.  When we got home I took some pills and went to bed, and that is all I remember for that Day.