Hey everybody!!!

It is late, so I won't go on and on.

We got to the surgical center at O dark thirty this morning (6:30) and got checked in, signed in and gowned up. I got a really cool gown that plugs into a machine that blows warm air into the gown to keep you warm and a toasty blanket (the best part about hospitals-- warm blankets). After searching my hands in vain (ha ha, get it, vain) she gave up and choose a vein in the crook of my arm. IV in, set to go. Paperwork double checked and triple checked. The anesthesiologist came to ask some more questions (he called last night) and looked in my mouth. Then the doctor came in.

I've never seen him in anything but a suit and tie, so scrubs was weird. He got out a blue sharpie, a red sharpie and a yellow sharpie and a measuring tape. By the time I was done my chest looked like a road map. He drew red lines for nipple placement. I looked down. Do you know how long it has been since I could look down and see... okay, TMI... besides, it was red lines, not the real thing.

Strange sitting in a cubicle with a nurse and your husband while another man draws all over your breasts with markers. I asked him if he would sign it. I told Kelly he would be the only one to ever see this handiwork, but the doctor joked that I might want to change careers after he finished with me. Everyone did a lot to make a strange uncomfortable situation be okay.

They had me walk into the OR, which was weird. I've been awake when they've lifted me on the table before, but never strolled in there and climbed up. I don't remember anything until I woke up.

They actually listened and gave me no pain meds at all, so I was a little sore, but not even a little sick to my stomach! Hooray! No barfing!!! Give me pain over barfing anytime. We actually had the foresight to bring the Darvocet from home, so after getting down three crackers and some water I took one of those and I was good. Still a little light in the head, but we still got out of there pretty darn quick, I'm thinking.

I have no idea what they look like, or what size or any of that, as I am in the post surgical bra and miles of gauze and drains. He removed 2.68 pounds of tissue (he told me when he called tonight to check on me). I haven't found the conversion table for pounds to cup size. Surely the internet will have that.

I've eaten, had a nap, walked around enough to prevent blood clots, and blogged. I think my work here is done.

All my love to my amazing friends!

Kiara