Whew! I survived the lumpectomy and am now at home higher than a cat's ass from all the pain meds Mr B is stuffing down my throat. Truth be told: I think he's doing it more for his pain, than mine... Anyhoo...! I'm looking a little road hard and put up wet at this point, but watcha gonna do when people have been chasing you through hospital corridors with a chainsaw??? I suspect that's what really happens when the anesthesiologist comes in to "drug" you. It's all just a big horror story, for sure.
On a more positive note, I had some really cute boys taking care of my boob during my hospital stay. However, once they start jamming you in the titty with giant needles and such, they're all just a bunch of sons of bitches Pretty, my ass (spit! over the shoulder).
Now, on to the important stuff: what does one wear for breast cancer surgery?
Here's the break down: a pink-plaid flannel shirt with cuffed sleeves, fitted black yoga socks, and pink and black booties to tie it all together. Oh! and pigtails and clear lip gloss just about wraps it up (always moisturize with SPF-even if you're planning to die on the operating table) . Now that I'm home, I'm wearing the same pink-plaid flannel shirt with grey plaid men's boxers rolled at the waist-and a messy bun on top of my head and light foundation to even out the post-surgery blotches. I might be inspired to switch it up and wear Mr B's red plaid man robe at some point. Less is more is my cancer fashion philosophy.
Whew! I've just about run out of steam... I'm off now to go pop a few pills and then slobber into my pillow. What could be more fashionable than that???
Y'all stop by again soon!
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