Mama has a Surgery date at last!

I heard the news today OH BOY

WHEW!  It’s going to be horrific and then OH. SO. FUCKING…

GOOD

I don’t qualify for the wait list. Looks like I’ll get fast-tracked to one of the spots in July. “TOO SOON” I said. Thinking about the Bride of Pride event in August and the dyke picnic and… well… SUMMER.

She tried for August… I protested. “You can’t even sit down today and you’re standing at your desk to work” she said.

YEESH. Like I was gonna tell her about the rough-housing at the Commercial Drive Festival yesterday. Like I would trade that day in so I could WORK in comfort. Hit the buzzer! NAH!

“What about my belly button?” I whined. “I won’t remove it. I’ll go up and around and continue. It might cave in on one side.” I have a very cute button. It’s gonna need a lot of licking and love in advance I thought. And a lot of licking and loving afterwards too… hmmmmm that could work to my advantage…

Now I’m thinking that the earlier the better perhaps. THere;s a bunch of stuff I’ll miss out on, but maybe I’ll be able to give myself a skookum gift in December.

Waddaya think about phoenix wings that have the scar as their centre and wrap around my body? Too ambitious? Should I start with “Mom” first? Guess it will depend on the keloid.

I’m not fat. I just need to rid my self of the 23+ alien babies squatting in my body! Hope my rubber will still fit. And the leather pants I just got altered. And… well.

St. Paul’s HERE I COME!