Well

Hospital stripper pole practice

It's been a while...too long really. Things have been CRAZY. Last I left you I was well, working out, trying to deal with my back issues from my car accident though physical therapy and acupuncture and patiently waiting for my tits. I also got the mother of all bladder infections. Sweet sassy molassy that urethra burn is no joke!

July 9-tit day came

Tit day went

I started have chest pains...like really painful the last few days of June. I didn't think anything of it, figured I'd hit it too hard at the gym. Well when the pain started getting worse and my breathing was affected I called my onc's office. She casually told me to make my way to the ER. I didn't panic, figured it was indigestion or something...because with me it's always gastrointestinal distress...lol! Echo came back normal but they wanted a chest x ray, blood tests, and potentially a scan with contrast. I knew some shit was up when they told me they were wheeling me in for that scan...doctor comes in, you have a blood clot in your lung and we have to go ahead and fuck your world up and have you stay in the hospital for five days. Ok so he didn't say it like that, but he basically let me know my reconstruction would not be happening....spare me the omg at least they found it before and blah blah blah. Let me wallow in titless bullshit for a while ok.

Goofing off in the cardio ward with the hubs

For those of you that have been reading you know I have been boobless since March and have been looking forward to not being boobless anymore. They rescheduled my reconstruction for the end of August, pending an ok scan. It  must be smaller my pain is minimal and my trouble breathing is non existant. I guess those shots to the beeellllaaayyyy did the trick. Yes...injections in my fucking belly of blood thinners and PILLS. Ugh, so bad with pills. So damn bad I'm just now getting around to taking today's blood thinner.

Whoops

This shit sucks.

So bad I bit a bitches head off in the store...so sue me.