Over the course of the last few weeks, I’ve been asked many times if having this lung surgery would have any impact on whether or not I’d still be pursuing breast surgery in the future. And, prior to December 1st, my answer was always the same.
I don’t know. I need to meet the Michele who walks out of that hospital without a lung mass. Then, I’ll let you know.
Geez. What a pretentious ass. Referring to myself in the third person. Honestly, sometimes Michele can be such an idiot.
And, now that it’s after December 1st and the infamous lung surgery is behind me, I’m here to tell you that I still don’t know. Do you ask a crazy-from-sleep-deprivation, postpartum mom with purple bags under her eyes while she’s holding a screaming infant if she wants another baby? No, not unless you enjoy a good flogging. It’s just too soon.
Ironically, my current state of temporary surgery-mandated bralessness serves as a constant reminder of why we all started hanging out together in the first place. Still, considering that I can’t get up from a reclined position without releasing audible manifestations of my pain, I’m going to stick with “It’s too soon” for now and focus on healing and getting up to speed with everything again. And I assure you that you’ll be the first to know when we can get back to our roots.
Until then, I promise not to dwell on Naked Mole Rats too much … but that doesn’t mean we won’t talk about all kinds of other completely meaningless and utterly useless information. Remember, one man’s mindless drivel is another woman’s blog fodder.
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