I finally met a Sister of the Dent today. A fellow Pectus Princess who is thinking of getting her dent popped this year. Her name is Laura and she's a UT grad. I could tell by the way her shirt laid across her chest--all wiggly and unstable, just a piece of cloth with no sternal backing fluttering in the breeze betraying to me, who knows this shit, that beneath lies a significant salsa bowl. She poked at her chest and I was so happy to meet another person who can do the same freak-ass thing.
I like the surgeon on Houston. I might go with him, if I find that traveling to Baltimore for surgery is ridiculous.
I am still scared of this.
Posted by Zerd at February 13, 2007 08:17 PMi'm sure this is super scary, but i'm really glad you are having this done. and you know the ggg posse has your mother f'in salsa bowl!!
Posted by: andrea at February 13, 2007 10:15 PMWe are scared too, but we are right up on you girl. You rock.
Posted by: Jules at February 14, 2007 08:00 AM