Tomorrow is the big day, my friends. I'll go under the knife at about 11:00 a.m. It is going to be awesome! A medically induced nap in the middle of the morning? Now that is just sweet action. And if my medical staff is as beautiful as the one pictured above, then nothing could go wrong! Those magnificent modelesque scrubs are removing a weird lump from my right breast and then they are going to check it out. Perverts. I'm thinking of asking them to just scoop everything out of both breasts and then fill them up with silicone. Not only would I be as buoyant as a life raft, but I could avoid doing this again in the future. Plus, I think Frank might dig it if I were to come out of there with boobs that had never nursed. The working girls are more than slightly haggard in comparison to when he met them. Anyway, wish me luck! But more than that, wish luck to my dear friend Jamie. She will be keeping the Darb while Frankie and I are vacationing at the hospital.
Prayers for you and you'res.
ReplyDeleteAll my love.
I wish I was there to help you out and take Darby. Montanna would love that as well. :) We'll be thinking about you!
ReplyDeleteGood luck! I hear you on the working boob front.
ReplyDeleteI wish doctors were nice enough to clean you up when you go under. If they were, I would have had them give me lypo and a tummy tuck when I had my c-section a couple weeks ago... at least that way I wouldn't be worrying about whether the resulting skin apron is a temporary or permanent fixture in my life.
I had no idea! How can we help?
ReplyDeleteThinking about your breasts make me sick! -Dustin
ReplyDeleteWow, I just read this. Are you okay??
ReplyDeleteI don't know if working girls is the right word for them. Come back when you have gone through 6,7,10,12 kids and that story might be believable:)))---- Jason
ReplyDeleteyou will have to tell us how you are doing.
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