In a perfect world, all animals crackers would be llamas

This post is going to be short and sweet. In a nutshell: my surgery was yesterday and I feel GREAT (considering).
I am in some pain, but am taking Vicodin very sparingly, and have no headaches, nausea, dizziness or other discomforts that usually follow surgery. My expanders were taken out and my permanent silicone implants put it! I am not quite relieved yet -- that this is all over and I can finally say those six words -- but I know it will come. I have to rest and heal and a few days later, or a few weeks later, or even a few months later, when I'm all better and back to "normal," I will realize the breast cancer is behind me.
I know I still have a road ahead in terms of recovery from this surgery. It's only been one day after all. But all things considered (I'm writing a blog post), everything is going really well. I'm so lucky and so blessed to have such amazing family and friends to support me and give me strength.
The first day is always the hardest, and I try to remember that. Last night as I was lying in bed I felt frustrated again. And frustrated really is the best way to describe it. Frustrated that I am in THIS POSITION again. In pain, unable to move, unable to lift my arms, lift anything, have to move slowly, be careful, take Bactrim, blah blah blah. I thought to myself: I JUST DID THIS two months ago. I was finally able to sleep on my sides with the expanders. I was almost accustomed to the expanders and that new and different kind of pain and living. As much as I was and have been excited about this final surgery for so long, I was almost comfortable with my new normal. I didn't appreciate getting cut open again and having to miss work and my social plans and be in pain and not move AGAIN. And then I try to tell myself -- this is it. I'm done. I just have to wait and heal and recover. And I'll have those six words.
And I also try to tell myself that I am strong and recover fast, and as much as this sucks and as much as I feel like i'm ALWAYS HAVING SURGERY , I WILL get better and I will get past this and I will be able to move again and sleep again.
Six surgeries later and now I know: I may feel frustrated and I may be mad at my limitations, but this is all temporary. I need to let myself rest and let myself heal. That's all.
And take it one day at a time.
Today I feel lucky and blessed. And I'll take it.

And today's title? When I awoke from surgery yesterday I was given the choice between saltine crackers and animal crackers. I always choose the animal crackers. In my grogginess I thought every cracker looked like a llama. And Sean thought they were so poorly differentiated they all looked like amoebas.