people in strange places

I've been recovering from my breast reduction surgery that occurred a week ago. So far things are good. I feel good. The drugs (painkillers) have helped tremendously. I feel bad that I haven't been able to work out for over a week, and I am sure I have gained a lot of weight from sitting on the couch, but I am glad I am recovering. The surgery went well. The boobs don't look as good as I expected them to look, something about the scars that just irk me, but I cannot complain. I don't think they've perfected the art of reducing boobs as well as they have done increasing them. All I can say is good bye to the Triple D's and hello C cup. Hopefully smaller once the swelling goes down, but we can only hope.


I've been rested up in my sister's place in the suburbs, and it feels like I am vacationing in the country. It does not feel like the same state; it's like a southern split of it, like the hick version of America. There was even a country radio station booth event at the mall today. I just slowly feel like this is a recovery period, like going to the country to recover, and moving back to the city when I get better. And being here allows me to go around my doctor's appointments without any make up on, my hair all funky with bruises on my chests. I cannot get away with that in the city. Here I blend in with the housewives.

I have a few days left before I return to normalcy. It still hurts to walk around, carry my big purse around, try out clothes while shopping, and I cannot take a complete shower so if you know me, I apologize if I stink slightly. But hey, they are smaller and slightly perky so I cannot complain. Wait till the summer comes, halters all the way.

Suburbian living just reminds me of why I moved to the city. It makes me regret even living in the suburbs for as long as I did. I should have moved to the city long ago, but I waited it out and let my timidity get the best of me. I was afraid of what life in the city would be like for an out of towner like me, but it's no different. There's literally nothing to do in the surburbs, except sit at the mall, and watch the rest of the homemakers shop at 10 in the morning. There are no eligible single people walking around, everyone's driving a Ford Bronco with a baby seat in the backseat. It's like early retirement.