Terrorists have invaded Boobarea. I am in horrible pain! This sucks to the nth degree. This is like scientific notation suckiness.
By the way, today was supposed to be my wedding day. I would have looked stunning, and I'm still in love with that big jack ass. It's getting easier, but today SUCKS!
I'm going to use that word repeatedly. SUCK! SUCK! SUCK! Cancer sucks! Surgery sucks! No boobs sucks! Pain super sucks! Aaaaggghhhhhhh!
Spent time with my cousin, Eric and his wife, Laurie, last night. Even though Laurie just had gall bladder surgery, they came over. Eric is the funniest human being ever. I haven't laughed so much in ages. He has always been more like a brother to me, and he was my best friend growing up. We could get into so much trouble together, but we always had each other's backs. So much so that I cleaned pickles off his ceiling one time while he spent the morning praying to the porcelain gods so that his parents wouldn't find out about the party he threw while they were out of town. Love that man and my Laurie too.
Had lunch with my Aunt Arlene today. She's just as beautiful as ever. She's an amazing woman! She has been through so much in her life. Yet, she is positive, independent, and sweet. Making plans for more lunches with her.
And now I will use icepacks to try to freeze out the freaking terrorists and pain meds as chemical warfare. This pain shit is going down. Dont' screw with me! I'm tough, and I'm mean. I can do this.
Just for emphasis, here's one more . . .
SUCK!!!!!