Okay, I'm caving and posting some awful pictures that your computers will probably all block because of the shear terror that they may produce. But, I'm doing it anyway. My surgery went well and thankfully I was prescribed some nice anti-anxiety drugs beforehand so I wasn't too nervous! Days two and three were, by far, the worst of all in the healing process (as you can tell in one of the pictures below. I was as miserable as I looked!) Enjoy!
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
In the spirit of summer and bikini waxes, I thought I would post this letter. I know my first one was awful and my sister and I had to sneak in alcohol in our water bottles to get through them!
Dear Labia,
I know we don't talk often. But Majora, Minora, listen: I still don't get which of you is which, but I know I hurt you both. You have protected me my whole life and I treated you so very badly. I know this happened months ago and you're still mad... but you survived, didn't you? And, hey, we really enjoyed those few weeks with the painkillers, didn't we? I just want you to know I've learned my lesson. One of you (Majora, I think) is meant to be covered with soft downy hair, and I hereby promise not to try and change that ever again.
Love,Your Owner
Dear Labia,
I know we don't talk often. But Majora, Minora, listen: I still don't get which of you is which, but I know I hurt you both. You have protected me my whole life and I treated you so very badly. I know this happened months ago and you're still mad... but you survived, didn't you? And, hey, we really enjoyed those few weeks with the painkillers, didn't we? I just want you to know I've learned my lesson. One of you (Majora, I think) is meant to be covered with soft downy hair, and I hereby promise not to try and change that ever again.
Love,Your Owner
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