It has been two weeks and one day since my surgery, and today was a big day for me. I drove my car. I drove it about 10 blocks to the post office, bought stamps, drove back to my apartment and promptly took a nap.
Yesterday, I painted my nails. Bubble Bath Pink.
I’ve been really obsessed with my belly lately. Putting my hand where the bump used to be, checking the swelling, trying on clothes every day to see if they fit differently.
Every time I watch a tv show (which is all day), I pretend I’m the main character and construct elaborate fantasies about having a life. any life.
I get excited about taking a shower. Because it’s something to do.
I sent a text to my best friend that said only, “My right breast is significantly larger than my left.”
While online shopping today, I stumbled across these pants. That’s all I have to say about that.
I think I’m going to start drinking scotch.
I am so bored.