Bored.

So I finally took a shower (YIPEE!!!) and went to the grocery. This too was awesome, but I suppose there is a reason that my doctor said to stay home. At 35 I'm holding on to the side of the cart that Miguel is pushing as though I am 75. All I need is a cane. But I suppose if I could have one thing, it would be for my boobies to be the same size. That's right: the one is the size of a fricken grapefruit. Not cool. I now have an insider's glimpse as to what having big boobies is all about. Let me just say that this is not for me....anyway, I'm thinking that the incision in my armpit from the lymph nose dissection is much more uncomfortable than my chest at this point. And now that I'm off the drugs, I'm just bored, especially since I still can't do anything. Oh, and I have a cold. Ok, ok, I know I'm whiny today. But this is what boredom brings a Bizzie Bee that can't do anything...