How is the weekend almost over? Friday night I was in bed by 10 pm and I slept for ten hours. It was glorious. It would have been longer, but Saturday morning I took Jax to meet up with his dad at the comic book store for Free Comic Book Day. I stood in a line for almost an hour so my kid could get some crappy free comics with his dad and feel cool. Parenting win.
I’m so over wearing the compression garment. It’s driving me fucking crazy. And I’m way ready to start wearing a bra again. Oh and I’m ready to run. I’m also ready to get back to yoga. Recovering from surgery sucks. If my plastic surgeon recommends another fat grafting I think I’m going to say no. Fuck this shit. Besides, I’m running out of fat. Okay, I’m done whining now.
The boobs are still looking quite excellent, btw. Looks like this round of fat grafting was a success. Cleavage is the one good thing I got from breast cancer.
Last week I was using my space heater at the office, and today I’m bitching because it’s a touch too hot. I get like a week of weather I like per year. At least it’s almost warm enough to swim.
Jackson won’t stop singing Let It Go. It’s both adorable and annoying.
The bestie and I are going to Columbia on Tuesday night to see Tegan & Sara for her b-day. So excited! I want to go to Trops and Flat Branch.
Now I’m off to swallow 6 pills of Methotrexate and 1 folic acid. I don’t want to, but my right knee is swollen to the point where walking is difficult, so I guess it’s time to get back to it.
