Yes, they still hurt.
And if one more person looks at me squint-eyed at this news I am going to flash them my new boobs and they can see for themselves that I have 20 linear inches of incisions over one of the most sensitive areas of the female body. Healing skin and flesh is tight and itchy and tender and fragile. And it doesn't heal magically overnight.
Healing is a process not an event. There are literally thousands of tiny sutures being digested by my body every minute of every day. Which will take as long as it takes. Some minutes are pain free, most offer just a low grade annoyance. Toward the end of the day though when my body is exhausted and tired of being put upon they get super cranky and two Tylenol don't touch the burning.
As it turns out, surgery was just the beginning.
After three weeks my lower back has finally voiced it's objections to the situation. Sleeping solely on my back is an insult too much to bear. That is until I try sleeping on my side when the boobs weigh in and refuse to have any of it. Rock meet Hard Place.
This too shall pass. But not tomorrow, or even the next day.
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