I was so freakin' sleepy this morning it was all I could do to get through today. Man, I did not want to get up! Thank god for the Weekend!
I bought a new mattress a few days ago and it's being delivered on Tuesday. I'm so happy. My back hurts every morning and I know it's because of my mattress. It's a Serta. I never had a Serta before, I always had Simmons. But this one felt good at the store so I went with it. I took my mom because I can't make a decision for Christ, but she ending up liking the firm better than anything and I didn't want a mattress that hard, so I ended up making my own decision anyway. Heh. Speaking of decisions...
I made a decision that I'm going to get a breast reduction within the next couple of years. Yes, I know that is a long time, I'm not talking next week. I want to pay off the loan I already have before I get financing for this surgery. I did a lot of research several years ago but never had the money. I know I'll never convince a doctor that I need it for other than cosmetic reason, although my shoulders KILL me if I stand up too long and my bra straps dig in so bad I have to move them around to get them off of my shoulders. I already have dark marks on my shoulders from them digging in in the past.
I wish I could have done this in high school, or even in my twenties. It would have made life a lot more inviting. I don't want to dance, or do any sort of vigorous activity (well, not that activity) because these big knockers will get in the way, or even worse, fall out of my bra, which has happened more than once.
I can't run, jog, run quickly upstairs. Well, I do do those thinks, but carefully and self-consciously. I also hate not being able to buy bras off the rack, unless it's a specialty store, being regulated to catalogs. I also hate shuffling through the "drawer" at departments stores where they keep the hefty double D's and up. Our bras come in boxes! Ugh! And usually in white.
What scares me is the scaring because I'm black and I know scars will look worse on my skin tone. But, you know what, I'm gonna take that chance and research and get the best plastic surgeon I can and I'm going to get one that has done numerous surgeries on black women.
I can't be an old lady with these things on my chest, they're heavy now, I can imagine when I'm 60, they're be on the floor. STOP LAUGHING!
Seriously, this things have been a burden more than a joy, I don't even feel comfortable using them as a 'weapon' or to seduce, I just want to hide them as much as possible. Men of course love to stare, but they don't have to carry them around. Heh.
Okay, that's my Friday rant. See you guys later, and if I don't have a great weekend!Labels: plastic surgery, sleepy, weekend |
