Today, I’m feeling confident. I feel like I got this. I have no doubt that I feel this way due to the amazing people I have surrounded myself with. They truly give me strength, and I feel so incredibly lucky. Also, I know that mighty, mighty good man David would never let anything happen to me. And when they wheel me into surgery tomorrow, I’ll be thinking of these guys:
Yesterday, David and I met with the plastic surgeon, who is going to be doing my breast reconstruction. It’s a different doctor than the last time. I told him immediately that I’m fine with my current size. I have no interest in going big. I’m not planning to star in “The Real Housewives of San Francisco” or something. I just want to look like me again. I like the new plastic surgeon. I feel confident putting my boobs in his hands … so to speak.
I will be in the hospital overnight, and I’ll be home Thursday. I suspect I will be high on Vicodin for several days. Be on the lookout for really stupid tweets that I think are super deep and thoughtful or hilarious, which I will delete when the pain meds wear off. That should be fun. Also, I bought myself the complete series of “Prime Suspect,” the 1990s BBC cop show starring Helen Mirren, because I have always wanted to watch it. I’m sure I’ll listen to a ton of podcasts. I’m really into F This Movie right now. (You’re welcome for the introduction to that podcast.) And, speaking of podcasts, David and I are going to watch three different versions of “The Maltese Falcon” for Old Movies, New Beer.
But, the main thing I’m going to do is rest. Last time, as soon as I wasn’t in pain anymore, I tried to pretend like I was fine. I still had these drains connected to me, but I went to Halloween parties, bars and even went on stage and performed at a Muni Diaries Live event. Not my smartest move. While doing all these things in an attempt to feel normal, I had the drains way longer than I need to, delaying my recovery and my coveted return to relative normalcy.
This time, I’m planting my recovering ass on the couch and not moving. I’ll still be writing, though. I’m sure I will have a lot of thoughts to share from Recovery Island and plenty of photos of my dog stealing blankets from me.
So, that’s it for now. Big, mad, super props to my family and friends for their support. They make my life better. And big, mad, super props to my Internet friends, who have tweeted, commented and emailed me their good thoughts. You guys are cool. I like you.
If you are wondering how the surgery went, please check out the Sonia’s Boob Twitter account. David will be updating it so everyone can feel like they are sitting in the waiting room, too. I mean, who doesn’t want to feel like they are sitting in a hospital waiting room?
Until next time, I leave you with this: