Exit Stage Left

I've never really been one to take pictures. I don't particularly enjoy having my picture taken and I've never been good at carrying a camera or simply remembering to use it when I do. Because of this deficiency I've never owned a camera of my own, choosing mostly to use disposable cameras and only when absolutely necessary. Anyhow, a couple years ago my mom got a new digital camera and bequeathed unto me her old dinosaur of a camera that, at this point, is probably close to ten years old. I rarely use it, but I do like that I'm able to document certain things.

If I haven't mentioned it (is that possible?!), the bruising and swelling of my breast due to the surgery is truly unbelievable, beyond anything I could've imagined. I have been using the dinosaur camera to take pictures (a feat unto itself) every day or two of the changes in my breast, just for the sake of documentation. I thought it was bad on Friday, I thought it was bad on Saturday, but nothing could've prepared me for what I would find tonight when I changed into my PJ's. It looks like a mini van drove over me. Seriously. I guess that explains why the pain was the worst yet today, too. I wish these weren't pictures of a rather sensitive part of the human anatomy, otherwise I would post them here, because they are worth showing people. Fear not, young ones, even though I've lost all sense of modesty through this process I know that it might make other people uncomfortable, so I won't do it--at least not tonight.