I talked with Dylan this morning, and that made me cry, because he did. I'm a sympathetic crier anyways. I did the pre-op stuff at the hospital. Tim and I went to brunch with Mary. I thanked her again, and I explained carefully to them what I needed them to hear. Then we tucked into our omelets, and found plenty to laugh about. Dix called this morning. When she told her husband, the Robert, about this, he said, "So. When are you going out?' She was prepared to throw her stuff in the car and be here this weekend. "No," I said, 'don't.' Dixie is one of those rare individuals that can find the humor in any situation. Loads of it. Indeed we had laughed ourselves to tears the previous night picking my new boobs. I promised not to get so attached to the new ones as I have with the present ones. It just seemed like such a monumental waste to have her here while I was unconscious. "Wait," I urged her. "I'll be needing a good hard laugh. Come then." She made some comment about not being the village idiot. I told her that she needed to stick with the script. (She's actually brilliant, probably.) I'm not part of a huge circle of friends, but the ones that I've got are keepers. The strangest thing is that surprisingly, I've become awfully close to a group that I've never met, my blog mates. How strange. You're the dearest friends I've never met! I've been thinking that in all of this, there will be big life lessons. Not just for me, but for all of us, for everyone that hops on for the ride, for everyone that has the courage to see it through.
Mary said, wistfully, "Isn't it strange how quickly things change?"