My sister took a colorful stuffed puppy ty dog with her to surgery. Once she was moved, my sister and her aunt went to the car to go get it, and my sister laid the puppy dog beside her.....it kind of made me all sappy on the inside, and I'm getting sappy and emotional just thinking about it.
My poor sister. I know she will be okay. The surgery was more intense than I thought, and the great blood loss concerned me, but she will get through it.
I took the day off to be with my sister, so my paycheck is going to be shorter. That means I need to go easy on buying lunch. I need to go back to starving or packing light snacks. Ebay has to take a slight break too......BAZINGA! Lol! I have 7 months to save the rest of my money for top surgery, which is probably like $1500, which shouldn't be a problem, even with having to pay for transportation to get the medical clearance and the taxis to get to and back from the airport. Even with my part-time, minimum-wage job, I should be able to cut that, especially since my airplane ticket is already paid in full.
Little does my mother know that two of her children will be having surgery in a year. It's definitely going to be tough, but it is what it is, and there's no turning back. Like my sister brought that puppy, I'm going to bring a few little comfort items that helped give me morale. The question is, will I have a sister who will be able to put one near me after recovery? I doubt it. Oh well. It is going to be interesting to see how my sisters react to this. I love them dearly, but I think that this is one of the areas where we cannot come together agree theologically on. Six months should be enough to prep myself to tell them, right? Lol, it could be an eternity, and I still wouldn't be ready. Chances are, my packer will be discovered much sooner, and so will be my "coming out" as a result.
Speaking of, the thing she uses to call the nurse looked like a giant phallus. I so wanted to get a picture of it, but I wasn't comfortably able to do so.
