...i thought i should give an update.
my new boob is now about a C. (one A, one C)
my cousin yelled, from 100ft in a parking lot in golden gate park, that it really was a good size for me. my coworker said that it really was the perfect size for me. it balanced me out. when i had six coworkers all around me inspecting the new size...all of them said it was perfect. except one. she said, "go BIGGER!"
so, i really like it.
but it's one full week after the third pump-up and it's still hurting, aching, stinging. which is totally normal. but just unsettling.
and also, i've been meaning to say how much i love my surgeon.
every time i'm there i have my coffee with me. he comments on it every time. and this time he wanted to know all the details. which just killed me. he wanted to know what kind of coffee. why i was so particular about my coffee. sugar? half and half? organic? he just wanted to know all the details. and WHEN was the last time any doctor cared or even had the time to even wonder about those details?
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
As an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
-Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi 1207-1273, written in 1230
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