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Surgeons and Husbands

My surgery is March 31st, and I'm kind of excited. Weird, eh? Truth of the matter is, I'm way more sad that my ass has disappeared than the fact that my boobs soon will be gone, too. I've never been a boob girl. Well, maybe a little, but my ass was always where it's at. I'm not sure that it will ever come back: It's hard to gain weight and eat healthy at the same time. Wow, what an epiphany. Isn't that what nutritionists have been telling us for years about losing weight. So simple.

Of course, I'm nervous too, about things like waking up, boobless, and what that will feel like – crazy, probably. I hope I don't have a breathing tube or other weird unnatural things that I'm conscious of. (Although I should probably start getting used to things of the unnatural sort – but let's face it; those will be supernatural.) The yucky drains post-op. I heard they can be the worst of it all. But, then also that they're only annoying. Mostly I'm worried about not being able to pick up NJ for 8 weeks. That breaks my heart a little. A lot more than getting new, awesomer boobs. And, let's face it, "the girls" have done me wrong. Now, off with your head!

Choosing a surgeon is like choosing a husband. You just have to ask: Do I trust this person with my life? It's strange how long it can take to trust someone we're dating but how quickly we offer up trust to someone who's cutting us open – just a few weeks really.

Anyway, I'm going to start eating 4 avocados a day, and hopefully, that junk will go to my trunk. For real. Dang. Oh, and I did have a cheeseburger the other night. Got to, once in a while.

Happy Anniversary: Postdated

So Long, My Foul Weather Friend