boob job is done!
it went great. more later. moya’s at home being as charming and witty as ever.
boob job is done!
it went great. more later. moya’s at home being as charming and witty as ever.
biopsy day
someone left a book on caltrain #81 yesterday. it was women who think too much.
so much of what i do and live around involves food. i’m not even hungry yet i’m lost without the ritual of food. what do i do for the next hour and a half before we leave for surgery? and if we arrive early, what do we do instead of going for coffee at peets?
leanne bought $130 of groceries, and wrote a menu for me for my recovery, which includes that onion soup with the buckwheat crepes i like so much. there is also a list of no less than nine rented movies.
it’s a clear, sunny day; wanda’s sitting in the sun and through the windows it looks like spring.
tomorrow
it’s all set – i pre-registered by phone (with ‘winnie’) on tuesday. i just got off the phone with ‘mitzi’, the surgical nurse, this morning. mitzi had a battery of health questions for me, covering seemingly any conceivable disease or disorder: “any heart disease, any glaucoma, any diabetes…how much do you weigh?” my favorite: “any female problems?”. does fighting with my girlfriend count? no actually – leanne is quite my guardian angel in this, and has gifted and project-managed me quite well. all that’s left for me is to show up.
and that does it. everyone is saying ‘keep calm’, or ‘the anesthesia is the worst’, or ‘the waiting is hardest’; perhaps because i’ve never gone through it, i don’t have any anticipatory dread, and i’m feeling just fine. the whole thing seems like it should be a big medical experiment for me. i might as well remain naive as long as i can. besides, i rode my bike to work today and onto the train, so i feel a bit like i’ve gone on a trip to a foreign country.