I was - and I remember this with visual clarity - getting breast implants, and I was awake. The doctor cut off the front of my boobs, grabbed out the existing muscle and fat (which left the skin to sag and fold over.) He tried out a variety of different sized clumps of muscle and fat to implant and I was worried because he was being so indecisive - I didn't want my wounds just sitting open, probably getting infected. I don't remember ever actually sealing the implants in my body.
My gay friend told me he was getting married, and as we chatted, we happened upon a church in which a wedding between people we went to high school with was in procession.
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