Week 12

This has been a different week. My workouts were limited because one of my dearest friends had serious surgery, and I have been at the hospital with her each morning. It was in the waiting room during her surgery that I was reminded, once again, one of the reasons I am working out in the first place.

Arlene, my friend, is loved by so many people. So, of course, many people were in the waiting room to make sure she was ok. Arlene also happens to be one of those pixy-elf friends I have (as were most in the waiting room). I said that I was going to tell her that they made a mistake in the operating room and gave her a breast augmentation instead. Cindy warned about making her laugh because Cindy's husband made her laugh when she had her C-section (he said it looked like she swallowed a spiral notebook) and she had to hold her tummy together because it hurt so bad.

This led to a discussion of scars. (We sounded like a bunch of old people.) I mentioned that my sister-in-law (who also is a pixy-elf) said that her C-section scar almost has faded away. I said, "That's one advantage to being my size. I just tuck that sucker up under my belly and it's hidden for life!"

Forget about Mederma; I have EPIDERMA!