I've been high on oxy for a few days while my boob has been hanging out doing...whatever boobs do...  Not only has the oxy helped me sleep off the trauma of surgery, but it's also emboldened me with another super power:  the crazy eye don't lie!  I'm hoping that this phenomena will last beyond my drug usage and work in e'ryday scenarios as well.  Nobody messes with the crazy eye.  And mine is pretty epic.  No lie.

Today my boob drain comes out.  I'm a little apprehensive about this procedure seeing as how Dr Asshole who harpooned me initially was completely unaffected by my fetal position crying jag when he casually speared me.  "It feels like a bee sting for just a minute," he drawls in a bored, I need another cuppa coffee voice.  Bee sting, my ass!  I seriously want to harpoon him in his balls-asshole!  My crazy eye is already warming up.  Hopefully my sweet, perky lil surgeon with hands like sparrows will make this process easy-as possible.  However, sometimes you gotta just grit your teeth and chew an f-bomb to dust and carry on...