I had a dream last night that I was sleeping on the floor of a movie theatre (after heroically attempting but failing to stop the fraudulent inheritance claims of an evil woman who was trying to steal $1.8 million from a little old couple, the male half of which was terminally ill from cancer but still enjoying mowing his lawn with a convenient new riding lawn mower, but that's another story), and I awoke to find that my left nipple ring had come out and when I examined the nipple closely to determine if the piercing was still open enough to re-insert a new piece of jewelry, this clear, sweet-smelling fluid came gushing out and wouldn't stop, and my left breast became completely deflated. When the gushing finally ended, the left half of my chest resembled that of a six year old, and I thought to myself, "Well, there wasn't much to lose to begin with," and so I wasn't really upset about it except for the fact that my right breast hadn't done the same thing, leaving my chest in an (if only slightly) uneven condition. And then I thought maybe I'd get a boob job to correct it, but was afraid that the thousands of dollars for surgery would get literally flushed away, and I made a mental note to ask Greg if he thought my piercings had caused and/or would cause future leakage, and if so, what the hell did it matter, anyway; they're only boobs.
Posted by stephanie at January 4, 2005 12:18 PM