This most recent surgery is really too bizarre to share. The process itself is mind blowing. The words defining the situation are embarrassing. Fake nipples. Its nearly funny if it weren't burdened with the trouble of truth and necessity. The most memorable or notable detail of this particular operation is the bandages. Once you remove all the padding and stuffing of the first day, you're left with two yellow mounds of gauze. Take one of these lemon butter cookies, sew them to your skin, smash, repeat. Sprinkle with touches of frankenstein. And that's pretty much what I'm working with right now. The "cookies" stick out really far, show through my bulky green hoody, and smell slightly tainted.
More disturbing this week than body part duplication, was a message from my sister on facebook. Because of my issues, she went ahead and got a mammogram, they now want her to come back in for more testing. sick.
