I woke up this morning sure it was Wednesday the third, not tuesday the second.
SO it is as if I gained a day. Thank god.
I have this vivid image of my breasts sliced off and laying in a trash can. I keep thinking about their upcoming fate. I'm not sure what the standards of medical disposal are. But in my head they are whole and tossed like wobbling frisbee-orbs into a thick black trash bag a few feet away from my body. I see them they land on top a holocaust scene of discarded appendages.
I wonder if they would freeze them for me. Or put them in a doggie bag for me to take home like my family used to do with the fried chicken from Romines. I could buy a small casket for them and hold a memorial service. Bury them and place a head stone that reads "Here lies Jenn's Breasts, more to come, but not just yet."
I morn their death already.
sorry for the morbid post, i just can't get that image outta my insane head.
