Two weeks ago when I went for day surgery was an interesting time. I fully expected to basically sit down and have the plastic surgeon just remove what had to be removed. Instead I was put in a little white room, made to strip off, put on a robe, get under the covers and lay for a while before being wheeled on the bed to the operating room.I had about 2 hours to wait after arriving at 7:00 am during which time I listened on my ipod touch to Medwyn Goodall and my darling Rufus.
It was the first time in so long that I could lay there and simply not worry about anything. I didn't have to be anywhere, doing anything, except doing what I was doing there in that white room. Suffice to say I did enjoy myself. Kind of odd to enjoy yourself in hospital but I did.
I also enjoyed the nurse's face when she asked me what religion I was..she said she'd heard of Wiccan but didn't really know what it meant. I said " Well basically I'm a dirt worshipper who dances naked under the moon ". Funny eh, in a Catholic hospital !!
Anyway, I love my plastic surgeon. He is South African, and whilst he is not cute at all, there is something about him that's quite magnetic ( NO not his bank account ).
So do I need a boob job now ? No I don't ! There's one part of my anatomy that's perfect !
