Met with Dr. L, who looked at my chest and gave a lovely Gallic shrug. It doesn't look healthy, but it isn't obviously infected. We're going to try another week of antibiotics, to a total of four weeks. I can still cry uncle at anytime and have the implants pulled, but it only hurts a little and I just don't see myself willingly doing the whole process again. "Hmmmm, would I rather go work in my garden, or go have another surgery? Would I rather spend next summer feeling whole and healthy, or sore from expander fills?"
I've also realized that I am very much looking forward to a week where I don't have to go flash a doctor. My breasts didn't get this much attention even when they were real.
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Sure they did, we just weren't crass enough to say it... :)
As always, it was great to see you both over the weekend. Glad all is on the upswing (crossing fingers!)Zack, thanks for sharing your mushrooms with Brianna. She is developing a taste for gefilte fish. Maybe she'll rub off on you Lynn? Oh, our blog is thejackson3.blogspot Take care and best!!!
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