Slow

This morning I felt like a new woman. To prove it, I took Shep for a walk.

By 2pm I was well aware that I was an old woman, not a new one. A couple of calls, and Tessa's care had been set up, and I took an oxycodone and hit the couch.

Tomorrow will be another day.

On a totally different note - I'm researching alternative areola tattoos; I am thinking of getting a flower in place of what is traditionally there. I don't want nipples any more - I'm just too tired of surgery to even try. And if it's not goign to look real, I wonder if maybe a flower would be better.

Anyone have websites to show me, or any survivors out there have pictures to send?