Sleepless

Can’t sleep.  What a surprise.

I’m too buzzed with pre-op catecholamines.  Can’t we just induce anesthesia tonight and I’ll wake up this time tomorrow with an owie and good news?

Anyone have Michael Jackson’s physician’s phone number?

Little ball of breast tissue that will no longer be mine, I’ll be happy to see you gone, but I’ll miss you.  You bravely helped with my first bra, filled my bikini to amazing proportions, made a pretty rack in my antique wedding dress, ballooned into water wings over my baby bump, fed my newborns.  Thank you for your service.

Now if I could just close my eyes…

“I will lie down in peace and sleep, for you alone, oh, Lord, make me dwell in safety.”  Psalm 4:8

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