I can't tell you how pleased I was to see what the surgeon had done to my poor boob when I took off the bandage. It is definitely Bride of Frankenstein material. Now, they may have to go back in for another round, which I can't imagine will sit well with the body as a whole. No, really, I took a poll of my organs, and they all concurred that surgery is bad. Nobody was really happy afterwards, least of all the boob. But the brain is in control, as usual, and has made valiant attempts to assuage everybody else. No, we need to have this done. We'll give you nice drugs to calm you down and stuff, would that be OK? Alright, now I don't want to hear any more complaints from you.