... had I been given a choice, I would have gone for the two chicks. Last Wednesday, I had two surgeries... one for a hernia, and the other for... er lady stuff / parts - it was lovely, let me tell you. I'm now at home, recovering, and in pain. The upside to all of this... I am this close (imagine my thumb and index finger measuring about a millimeter) to being a card carrying medical marijuana patient (hey, gotta look at the bright side of things, you know). *Takes a percocet, eats a brownie, and counts the carpet fibers in my living room floor* The time I spent in the recovery room was... bizarre. The nurse in there with me was almost inappropriately cheerful. At one point, when she was teaching me to pee with a catheter, she went overboard with the explaining... "Now this right here is you la-bee-aaah." For those who are unaware, I am 37 years old, have given birth, and know what a labia is. Sweet blahg?