So it's been a whir of writing and conferences and basically being nuts that for the first time in four and a half years I don't have anything that I should be doing.
This weekend was three precious days of chillin. Haven't had that in...can't even remember.
And today was my 3 week follow up from my exchange surgery. Short version: doc says I look good. Frankly, I wasn't sure. I'm squishy but I've got puckers and my "breasts" appear strange because they are, well- new to me. And there is extra skin under my arms (fat!) that is more prominent now.
|When I was a kid I wasn't allowed to wear jeans with holes.|
I am pretty sure I wore these two days in a row.
Take that, parents!
I am pretty easy about the whole thing, especially after finding out last week that pop's tumor is benign! The downside is of course that he is nevertheless in pain a lot of the time. But he has many years ahead of him, it seems, which is a huge relief for everyone.