Having cancer is expensive. Hell, I got a $1600 bill from someone I don't know for what I don't know. Time to start getting the itemized bills.
Oh, and tried to get my last "fill" into my spacers today. I was improved but not enough. My lovely PA had a dream about me last night, being so happy with my new boobs. I hope her dreams come true, because just now, I feel like a monster. I didn't think I would feel this way. Just not one with my body. Not one with my woman-hood. Strange, alone, frightened...still. Luckily my husband returns on Saturday (or Sunday if Winter Storm 'Saturn' becomes a little more bitchy than they predicted.)
Fuck.
The deductible bills are coming through. Thousands of dollars worth. I could use a hand, but never ask for something for nothing. Check out my Etsy page. Maybe you will find something you like and help me pay off my bills at the same time.
