Vacillating between normal and narcolepsy for the last several days, I am blessed to be working from home. The littlest thing tires me out, making me sleepy and wishing that I could guarantee a nap wouldn't leave me wide awake at 2am. No sense risking it, I remain mostly awake.
Plus no one wants to see me take my bralette on/off that many times in a day. Nothing is comfortable: too tight when it's on, too loose when it's off, it's exhausting. Really.
The pain has been totally manageable since Day 3 Post-Op, just taking the occasional Tylenol when the aching returns. It's strange, it feels exactly like someone cut off the bottom half of my breasts and stitched them back on. Exactly.
The healing sensations vacillate between burning lines of pain and the prickly itch of a cactus that might have been implanted during surgery and is now growing rapidly inside of me (courtesy of the 100+ oz of water I am tanking every single day), it's needles sharp enough to cause every hair on my body to stand up and say WTF. I can all but feel my body chewing up and digesting the dissolvable sutures. Offended by the surgical tape it is airing it's protest in an itchy rash around my ribs.
What's a girl to do about all of this?? Get her hair done, naturally. I almost feel normal. Almost.
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