I don't have much energy to really get much out right now, so I'll give you a synopsis in pictures.
I was pretty excited to get this ball rolling.
I was also pretty enamored by the headwear. The anaesthesiologist asked if I had big hair under there. You think?
It was sexy time.
So, of course I needed my documented Angelina moment.
However, I did need a good close up of the Peter Pan Knee High Socks. How lovely of them to supply for a femme!
Right after the surgery, Papi started taking pictures. I thought I looked bad in this one. This was only the beginning.
This was a hospital filled to the gills with religious paraphernalia. There was even a picture of Jesus holding the arm of a doctor holding a scalpel in and operating room. It was the first thing you see when you walk into the lobby.
That was a bit creepy.
But Papi had to up the ante with a good old prayer session, complete with crucifix.
Jesus was looking a little skinny at this point. They should be feeding him a little more.
Well, I ventured to the washroom and saw that there could be some trouble brewing in my face when I saw this.
But honestly, the most epic moment was when I took off all the face goodies and cleaned my mouth on my own.
There it is folks! The surgery I've always wanted. I secretly had a desire to look like a chipmunk. I fooled you all.
I'm pretty sure she looks a little like Manson.
Well, I wasn't feeling like leading a flock to homicidal tendencies, but damn! Look at those eyes!
Anyway, the bruising is setting in. You'll probably get a kick outta that too.
My lips touch today.
i am receiving healing energy into all areas of need.