Morning of Operation 8.24.10

We (meaning my boobs and I) didnt sleep alnight long. I turned over more than a hooker on Friday night in Las Vegas. Jitters have turned into full-blown nerves. I haven't had anything to eat or drink and I am so hungry and thirsty. My children are with me, my friends and other family members are with me. I am about to have my breast cut off by a very nice, obviously very skilled (I can only hope I am not her first patient). I met the plastic surgeon already and I liked him immediately. He seems to be confident in his abilities. I like that. So, here we go.