Dear Even Hansen

Chapter eight

(A/N: just a disclaimer, I don't know a whole lot about top surgery so take all of this with a grain of salt.)

It was time for my surgery... I wasn't to nervous. I just don't want to go through recovery again. And the drains... Oh god the drains... the back pain... I'm not looking forward to going through all that again...

They gave me the ansthea and I was in surgery for the next few hours and because of my breast size I was luckily able to qualify for keyhole surgery.
When I woke up my mom and Connor where there... I wonder where the others are...

"Morning sleeping beauty," Connor smirked at me. I narrowed my eyes at him, if I had something to throw at him I would had I been able to. When my mom walked away to go talk to the doctors I flick him off but I couldn't raise my arm that high up.

"Shut up Rapunzel," I say groggily.

"Rapunzel? Where'd that come from?" I tug at his long hair. It was about up to his shoulders.

"What are you saying a should cut it?" He messes with his hair.

"Nah," I say and drop my hand. My mom walks over.

"You should be good to go home tomorrow," she tells me.

"Oh goodie, I get to spend the night in the hospital... isn't that fun," I remark. I spent the time talking with my mom and Connor until he had to leave because they wouldn't let him spend the night due to him not being family.

"I can't believe you still hang out with him..." My mom thought aloud when Connor left.

"Mom! How could you say that? He's getting better you know that..." She frowns.

"Yes, but doesn't he do drugs...? That's only going to make him angry again..."

"It's only pot... And it's not even that often..." I mumble.

"I'm sorry honey... I know you two are close..." The air in the room is filled with an awkward silence. I look up at the tile ceiling of the recovery room then over at the window. I could only see the many sky scrapers and a few tops of trees. So nothing interesting... I hope the rest of my recovery isn't like this...

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The next day I was sent home. The doctor taught me and my mom on how to empty the drains. I laid my head on the window as we where driving home.

"Moooommmm,"

"Yes?"

"My back hurts! I feel like an old lady..." I complain. She sighs.

"I'll give you some Advil when we get home..."

"Yeah you're not going to have a normal sleep schedule... Soooo good luck," I smile at her.

"Right..."

"You're no fun," I stick my tongue out at her and she chuckles. We pull into the drive way and she helps me out of the car and up to the house. This is going to be a long next few weeks... Heck maybe even months... Ugh.
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We where on our way back to the hospital to get my bandages and drains removed. As we pulled into a parking spot I was nearly bouncing out of my seat.

"Calm down there kiddo," my mom tells me.

"I can't help it," even though this is my second time I'm still excited... Who wouldn't be? My mom checked us in and we had to sit in the waiting room until they called us back. I could hardly sit still. After what felt like an eternity later they finally called us back. I wasn't really paying attention to what the doctor was saying when he was removing the bandages. My chest was a little red a tad bit yellow and swollen and you could see the little stitched up incisions that would soon fade. The doctor continued to explain things to my mom, just about the "ifs" I was occupied looking at my self in the mirror. I slipped my shirt and sweatshirt back on when they where done talking. There was a bounce in my step all the way back to the car.

"Remember you still have to take it easy,"

"I know but I can't help it..." She smiled at me. When I got home my friends where waiting for me. They all (excluding Connor) hugged me when I got out of the car.

"You're hugging me!" I complain but I don't pull away from the three. The step back and congratulate me.

"When do you think you'll be back to school?" Evan asked.

"I still have to take it easy for a few weeks but it should be soon," I tell him as we walked into the house.