It's eight days after surgery and I have a checkup with M the physician's assistant at the plastic surgeon's office. At this point, I think I've met with her at least 10 times. She knows me well.
"AHHHH, it's so good to see you." "You too!" "Okay, let's see it!..... OMG, I think it looks great." "Yeah, me too. I'm really happy with it." "You know what, I think you're done with surgery." "Me too."
"Okay... what do I need to tell you? Hmmm. No running for 5 weeks. No swimming. No mountain biking. No sky diving. No downhill skiing. What else?"
"Can I indoor bike?" "Yes. But take it easy." "Can I scuba dive?" "No, that's under no swimming."
"Oh, you'd be so proud of me. I DIDN'T go ice skating this week with my girls. See, I made a good decision." "Haha, good." "Could you imagine what the Dr. D would say if I'd fallen and hurt myself." "OMG, that would not have gone over well..."
"Oh are you planning to do any tattoos or anything. We have a guy in Baltimore. His name's Vinny." "No, I'm good. I'm done with needles."
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