Ms. Mary Sunshine has left the building..

...momentarily at least. I was so happy about my last step in my reconstruction. Thrilled really. I couldn't believe I would finally be completely normal. I called the PS office to confirm my surgery date and ask about whether I could go ahead with the areola tattoos (since I'm just getting tattoos and no nipple recon). The scheduler says:

"I think we're going to wait on that and just do the revision this time"

I'm sorry but WTF?

I've been so patient and understanding through this whole process. Did I bat an eye when I got my expander removed? Nope. Did I cry, cuss, and scream when I was told I had to wait super long to get my implants? Nope. Did I throw something at my doctor when she kept me in the hospital longer than expected so I could get IV antibiotics and I missed the Valentine's Day date I was so looking forward to? NO.

So why don't I get a say so now?

Apparently it's just "too much at one time." I'm pretty sure I could handle it but WHATEVER. I guess it's not my decision to make.

I know the tattoos are no big deal. I know that I can get them whenever I want too. I just really want this to be over. I'm struggling to keep my calm and not burst into tears and curl up in the fetal position.

DEEP BREATH......