Goodbye to the Triple D's

So it's goodbye to the triple D's. 

I don't know what they look like yet except they are heavy and sore and hurt like hell, and I can feel the tingling sensation from where the stitches happened, but this is final hoorah to my boobs. 

As the days came closer, I was more relieved than scared, everybody else was scared for me, but I was just ready to have it over and done with. They wheeled me over at a little before noon and I don't know anything else until they woke me up at 4 pm and mentioned that it was a success. 

Since then it's been drugs, drugs, drugs, craving a nice martini but no can do.