Holy fuck, I got the tissue expanders in my breasts Friday afternoon and have been in agonizing pain all weekend. Serious, horrific PAIN. I have rocks in my chest—hard to the touch and melon-like in appearance.

The pain is as bad as it was after the mastectomy, except no morphine this time. Plus, mom left yesterday. After a losing battle with my bed for a comfortable position in which to sleep, my brain finally went into REM. I noted that my phone was ringing incessantly, but my sore, tired, drugged-up ass wasn't rushing to the phone to see "Chase USA" on the caller ID.

I woke around 2 p.m., which was really 3 p.m. due to DST. There were about 10 missed calls on my cell and several "Are you okay where are you??" texts. A third of the calls were from Beau, a third from Dana and the rest from mom.

Nobody, aside from Beau and I, really knows what's going on between us on a day-by-day basis. So, when Beau called Dana around noon and said, "How is Stephanie?" Dana, not knowing whether he and I were in communication, gave a vague answer. "Oh, she's okay, just in a lot of pain this weekend."

More TK, must go pop some pills and try to sleep.