My bellybutton is now half an innie, and half an outtie. My beautiful, perfect bellybutton, is now some kind of halfsie, to quote Dwight. MY FUCKING ADORABLE BELLYBUTTON IS FUCKED UP FROM SURGERY. I can't even look at it, even knowing I'm still swollen as fuck, and it might not be too bad when all's said and done; it literally makes me want to throw up. I'm so superficial it's shocking.
And I don't know if:
A) My belly ring will even be able to go back in, seeing as it can, at the moment, only sit in HALF MY NAVEL, and
B) If the bottom ring hole is even there. I can't tell, and touching it, again, nearly induces vomiting. At least the top hole is still open and fine. And, you know, there.
That's all I've got.
And I don't know if:
A) My belly ring will even be able to go back in, seeing as it can, at the moment, only sit in HALF MY NAVEL, and
B) If the bottom ring hole is even there. I can't tell, and touching it, again, nearly induces vomiting. At least the top hole is still open and fine. And, you know, there.
That's all I've got.
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