Day 2 Post-Op aka Chilling with BFF

Gratuitous shout out alert for my BFF that helped me make lists of what I would need to prevail before and after my surgery.  Without her guidance I never would have taken the lifesaving crackers and grahams and ginger ale to the surgery center.  Without her expert tips I would never had bought that reviled wedge that I so desperately needed to keep my tender boobs elevated at the proper angle. Without her recommendation I never would have found the most amazing plastic surgeon to get me through this metamorphosis.

The BFF-ster showed up with a refreshing face mist for my sad complexion, pumpkin scented hand wash for my chapped skin, and a bacon'n'eggs coffee cup brimming with caramels and real salt water taffy all the way from Memphis!  She gave DH a much needed break from tending to my high maintenance ways, "could you open the curtains, oh wait that one is wrinkled, could you straighten it out?", "I'm not sure you measured the milk correctly for the boxed mac'n'cheese, I'm sure it will be too watery", "could you move the ottoman 3 degrees to the left, no your other left", ad nauseum.

Together we chose my first post-lift purchase: a made-to-order Trashy costume (no spoilers here, everyone will have to wait until Halloween for the big reveal ... pun intended) that I had coveted for, well, ever.  My perky pair of DDs deserves the exposure, especially after what I shelled out for them.

Sunday was pain free and downright pleasant.

Monday, monday.  Not so much.