Scars are sexy, right? I have like three of them. They are all so little that you won't notice them next month, though. Oh well, I always thought scars were sexy, but not surgical ones.
Mmmm, why was I not awake for this thing. I mean, being knocked out is nice and all, and the hospital is like a vacation with lots of morphine dreams, but yeah....I made lots of morphine and delaudid induced phone calls and texts of love to everyone I know, some at 3 am while I was waiting for surgery. I hope nobody is offended or feels too loved.
I asked if I could see it when I woke up, but that was a negative. I do have a photograph, which I will have to scan later. Fat inside the body is yellow and very unattractive. It looks like the end of a cheap slab of meat, yum!
I missed an effing date for this, damn...I thought scars were sexy. Well, at least I got something inside me that morning. In fact, a whole surgical team was deep inside me.
I won't say what that little appendix thing looks like!
It also sort of looks like an aborted chicken.
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