Saw the plastic surgeon today and he says I’m looking good, no infection.  That is such a load off my shoulders because he’d freaked me out so much about smoking and healing.  He still wants me to quit before he does the other side.  I have to see him next week to get the stitches out.  He says he did make me a little bigger, guess when I’m healed enough to fit into a bra I’ll be able to compare better.  And I did pull the chest muscle from driving yesterday.  Hurts like hell again today.  I sure hope I can drive by Monday to get to New West.  While I was at his office a couple of women in uniform came in with a 3rd person in a blue sweatsuit.  I thought they were ambulance attendants. Reading the patch on the shoulder of one of them I realized they were corrections officers.  Looking at ‘sweatsuit’ closer I saw that she had ankle cuffs on.  Wonder what she’d be at the plastic surgeon’s office for…

On the way home I got the appointment for the ultra sound for my liver.  I have 3 appointments next week on 3 different days.  My surgeon wants to see me after the scans, I’m saving her for the week after next.