Well... Scar Neck... whatever!
I'm a little surprised (and slightly alarmed) at the rate with which I've become accustomed to this gash across the front of my neck.
It's already become a part of me.
I have noticed, as well, that what I've been looking at on TV, whether watching movies, sitcoms, commercials... is the actresses' necks. Kind of like when you're pregnant, and you're subconsciously aware of all the pregnant women around you.
Ah, well. I must be getting used to it as I find myself forgetting what it looks like until I answer the door to someone picking up Avon or dropping something off. The nervous looks on their faces reminds me.
BUT, never having been a turtleneck girl, and knowing that a light scarf would catch on the still knobbly bits, I won't be covering it up any time soon.
It would probably be better for me if I didn't have the enviable ability to sound chipper and healthy when I feel anything but. I mean, I feel 100% better than I did last week at this time, but there's probably more muscle pain than there was (as all the muscles from my chest to my jaw are slowly recovering from whatever they went through so the surgeon could get at the places he was getting at) and I'm still pretty fuzzy from the pain killers and post-op sleep disorder.
Life goes on. I should know, in a little over a week, if we're done or not. And I'll take the rest of the weekend off, to fulfill my promise of inactivity for 10 days, then I'll get on the Wedding stuff. Because that's only 4 weeks away... Freaky.