2ND CRANIVERSARY
Yes folks, this time two years ago I was two hours into a four & half hour surgery. I'd imagine by this time my forehead was on my chin and the top of my skull was in a metal tray somewhere. Mr B and his glamourous (and gorgeous) young spanish assistant - swoon! - were being sterotactically guided through my beautiful brain, carefully deweeding me of Buttercup.
I was wearing some sexy compression…