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Wow. It's, uh. been a bit.
Mar. 7th, 2018 11:12 amHello, Dreamwidth. I'm starting to think I'm not journal-keeping material anymore, but that's neither here nor there. A lot's changed since September. Lessee.
I threw a tantrum at work that culminated in my turning in notice, last day of work was December 28. Since then I've been tending the farm, getting my house back in order, and trying to figure out how to keep up with not one, but two rascally 16-year-old boys. The borrowed child happened last fall sometime. Merry's Home for Wayward Boys continues apace.
About a month into adjusting to being the family freeloader, I was seized yet again with the urge to get top surgery. I went in for a consultation and walked out with a surgery date less than a month from the consultation date. I guess that's how it happens when you've been thinking about something since 2004. My entire surgery team was female (as far as I know, I guess) and it was almost like being at work, except for instead of squishing my boobs, they lopped them off. I'm having trouble behaving myself, so my chest is pretty swollen, but HOLY SHIT lookit me and my dopey lil grin. Paying it off's going to be as painful as the first two days after it was done, but I can't find any regrets no matter how hard I look.
Naturally I should breed a ton of collies while I'm post-op, so Nell is due in a little over a week and Bea will be adding to the pool in late April. I'm excited like a complete idiot, I guess two years was long enough to fool me into beating my head against this wall again. Ahh well. I want to meet Nell's goofy Monty pups and see what Bea produces with handsome Zephyr.
Welp, I can't think of where I was going from here. I've been up since 3. Insomnia's even more of a bitch when you're only allowed to sleep in one position - I keep waking up two hours earlier than the night before. Think I'll go straight from DW to nap. :D
I threw a tantrum at work that culminated in my turning in notice, last day of work was December 28. Since then I've been tending the farm, getting my house back in order, and trying to figure out how to keep up with not one, but two rascally 16-year-old boys. The borrowed child happened last fall sometime. Merry's Home for Wayward Boys continues apace.
About a month into adjusting to being the family freeloader, I was seized yet again with the urge to get top surgery. I went in for a consultation and walked out with a surgery date less than a month from the consultation date. I guess that's how it happens when you've been thinking about something since 2004. My entire surgery team was female (as far as I know, I guess) and it was almost like being at work, except for instead of squishing my boobs, they lopped them off. I'm having trouble behaving myself, so my chest is pretty swollen, but HOLY SHIT lookit me and my dopey lil grin. Paying it off's going to be as painful as the first two days after it was done, but I can't find any regrets no matter how hard I look.
Naturally I should breed a ton of collies while I'm post-op, so Nell is due in a little over a week and Bea will be adding to the pool in late April. I'm excited like a complete idiot, I guess two years was long enough to fool me into beating my head against this wall again. Ahh well. I want to meet Nell's goofy Monty pups and see what Bea produces with handsome Zephyr.
Welp, I can't think of where I was going from here. I've been up since 3. Insomnia's even more of a bitch when you're only allowed to sleep in one position - I keep waking up two hours earlier than the night before. Think I'll go straight from DW to nap. :D
