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| A Stitch in Time |
| Wednesday, October 24, 2007 |
I got a call from my doctor's office today. The second biopsy came back as expected & confirmed that I indeed have skin cancer. Now they will go ahead and set up the surgery & plastic surgery to follow. She asked if I had a preference in plastic surgeons. I told her, "Dr. 90210" Unfortunately, he is unavailable. I'll be happy with anyone who will slip a nice C cup in each breast while he is working in that general region.
Then the following dialoge takes place:
Me: "What about my stitches?"
Nurse: "Well, you will have to talk to the plastic surgeon about that."
Me: "Huh?"
Nurse: "Well, he's the one who will be putting them in."
Me: "No! The ones in my breast right now!"
Nurse: "Oh! Hold on."
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Nurse: "Oh, you can take those out tomorrow."
Me: "Um, okay...thanks."
Did I mention I almost pass out everytime I have stitches taken out? Ugh, makes me nauses. It's something about that thread passing under my skin; it makes me stomach do flips.
So I get home tonight & tell Damian that I am going to need him to take my stitches out. PAUSE This is where I fill you in on our relationship. Damian and I have chosen not to have sex until we are married. No, neither of us are virgins...far from it. But prior to meeting each other, both of us reached a point in our lives where we decided to abstain from sex for spiritual reasons, as well as realizing just what we had made of sex. But we also aren't like many couples who choose not to have sex, but do everything but....nope. We kiss. That's about it. Of course, we have failed at this before (though still never had sex), but we do stay pretty strong.Play Okay, so back to the stitches. This means I have to find a way to expose my breast enough for Damian to remove my stitches, without exposing my breast. Ha! Easier said that done!
So 20 minutes later, I have a band-aid over my nipple, a bathrobe on, and Damian standing over me with fingernail clippers and tweezers. It was quite a site I'm sure. And after 10 minutes of him succeeding at NOTHING, I man up, grab the clippers & tweezers and clip my own stitches! And I only got a little queesy when I pulled them out. But yep, the plastic surgeon is definately taking the next ones out!Labels: cancer, sex, Stitches |
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About Me: Holy Crap I will be 29 soon! My friends and I are creating a before we turn 30 bucket list...hmmm what to add?
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