Went to the plastic surgeon today. My scar has healed enough for us to proceed to the next step. He was measuring and stuff, and does acknowledge that the recon side is "that much lower" (showing me with his fingers), but I told him I'm ready to move forward. So the nurse will call and schedule a date for the "cherry on top" to get made. After that heals, it's on to the tattoo.
While I was there he injected the other side, where I had the lift, because my scar was hypertrophic and it had been a year. He said it would take a couple of injections, with 6 weeks in between. I'm so ready for all this to be over. It's been two years.
Meanwhile, I'm still waiting for a call to schedule my mammogram. I'm going to have to call them, it seems.
I dropped a can of corn on my foot yesterday. Left a nasty, painful bruise and a little lump. Not broken. But it hurts!
Gary is going to Vegas tonight. One of his fantasy football leagues is meeting to do the draft. Why Vegas? Yuck. They should've chosen hawaii!