Today marks exactly one
month since Pia was lobbed off and my new normal became newer. Funny how that happens. One day I am annoying Billy with that whole I
am planning my 5-year survival vacation and the next I am annoying him with the
his right boob is bigger than mine (that will never grow old J).
During the last go round,
I thought I had seen it all (or most of it all). Well, that was shot straight to hell when I
tried on a bathing suit for the first time.
Let me rewind as it has been an amusing 4 weeks. For the record, I am a shirt whore. Seriously, I love shirts like Mae Ling loves
shoes. I tend to go for the ¾ sleeves as
I can wear them year round due to the wonderful new building I work in. In preparation for the removal of Pia, I went
shopping and got a few different styles as I was thinking drain and no
bra. Well, I was not impressed and as soon
as the drain was out, I decided I need to find a few more Pialess friendly
ones. (This is the time when I got stuck in the 2 shirts with some poor soul
next to me- never did see her so that was a good thing). It was then I decided I was not going to shop
for a while. A while lasted less than a
week as there were sales. So yet again I
found myself wandering around in Belk and lo and behold, there were bathing
suits across from the short peoples section. I hate bathing suits, but I was
intrigued and in less than a minute, I had a bathing suit and I was on my way
to the dressing room (with a few shirts as a bonus). For those who are not around me as much as –
let’s go with Gaye – I tend to carry on conversations with myself. So much so that I was talking to Gaye a while
back and said “are you listening to me?”
At which point she says “no, I figured you were talking to yourself.”
Sadly, this is a conversation we have on a regular basis. Anyway, I am in the dressing room and
commenting that it really is not too bad and the suit and the shirts are
working without Pia. I collet my things,
walk out and there is a lady standing there waiting for me with a grin on her
face. I immediately said I was talking
loud wasn’t I and she laughs and says which one. I said right, she said left and we both said
between us we had a pair. Only I could
find the dressing room with another lady missing a boob.
Anyway, back to the it’s
been a month thing. Yes, I have been
tired and yes I have more than likely, kind of sort of, probably have overdid
it once or twice. While I am healing,
the area formally known as Pia continues to be sore and getting comfortable is
not as easy as I had hoped. I worked a
whopping 21 hours or so this week and it wore me out. I can’t do simple things, such as opening
can, bottles, reaching for things- such as donuts. Last Sunday I got donuts for the angels and
they wondered why I did not get more Boston Cream. I had to admit I could not reach them.
Luckily they laughed and not one pointed out I should have asked for help. I can’t use scissors, but that is not a big
loss as I am not allowed to cut things at work since I can’t cut a straight
line anyway. All in all, I figure it has
been a good month—I have my hair, I have some new shirts and I am on this side
of the ground
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