I know yesterday I promised part 3 of my appendix rupturing saga but I need to take a brief moment and get something off my chest.
I promise to complete my tale and if I get time i'll post it later today but for the moment I am going to act a little crazy.
You have been warned!!!!
Yesterday I finally had a good look at the 3 little scars that I now have due to my surgery. And they are little and I think for the most part will not be a big deal except the one in my belly button. That scar I am very unhappy with.
It is hideous and runs horizontal so you can tell that its is not natural and something happened. And its not like I go around wearing mid-riff shirts showing off my belly button. No one will ever see it except The BF and like most men he could care less but I care because before this I had a perfect belly button. I know it was perfect because my mom told me it was perfect. She knows it was perfect because she paid a lot of money to make it perfect (that's right I had cosmetic surgery at 4).
It really was perfect and amazing and an example to all other belly buttons. I was so proud of it that when I was 30 and I wanted to pierce it...I didn't. I actually pierced my abdomen above my belly button so I wouldn't mar my otherwise perfect belly button.
And now its ruined!!!!
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