anyone can find the same white pills…

I’ve got Pain by Jimmy Eat World stuck in my head.  And for a good reason.  My fat grafting surgery was this morning.  Everything went well, and I’m now at home recovering.  I am in a tremendous amount of pain.  OMG.  Two oxycodone every four hours is barely taking the edge off, and the bruising is fucking epic.  Liposuction is no joke.  However, my boobs look absolutely amazing! I’m so pleased with the results. 

Dave and Ann took turns taking care of me today.  I am so grateful to have them in my life, and words cannot adequately express how much they both mean to me. So much love. 

After I woke up, the nurse went back to get Dave, and he signed the discharge paperwork as my caretaker. It’s so weird to think back to where we started and then consider where we are now. 

Then he took this pic, which he posted on Facebook, and remarked that even after surgery, I still look better than him. (An obvious falsehood, b/c just look at him. He’s fucking adorable.)

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Considering what a hot mess I am in this pic, it must be love. <3  I mean fuck, I’m still covered in all that nasty orange shit they smear all over you before surgery.

(That is tape you see covering my nose ring and industrial.  The nurses were flipping their shit when I told them the jewelry couldn’t come out. So they put tape on them instead. Go figure.)