I'm finally drain-less! The plastic surgeon removed the remaining boob drain yesterday, and I am so happy to be rid of them. Mr. Pincushion said he will miss them a bit, though. Emptying those drains had become part of his daily routine. He was even starting to bond with the little white worms who lived inside of them. They were like his little chicks, and now they've flown from the nest.
In addition to pulling out the drain the plastic surgeon pumped some more saline into my expanders. Although he filled them up a little less than the first time, my chest still f*****g hurts. I imagine this is like what a heart attack feels like, except that it lasts all day! All this just for some new boobies...
Speaking of, it's become difficult to hold my arms flat against my sides because my inflated bazoongas are getting in the way. They feel enormous, though when I look in the mirror they're really not that big. Still, is this what Dolly Parton feels like?
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