I swore there was a song with that title, but I couldn’t find it… then again, I’m at the point in my oxy when I’m usually asleep, so my skillz may be a little slow at the moment.

I’m still doing OK- have a feeling I’ll be majorly bored by the time I go back to work, but I’m also randomly falling asleep mid-day so it wouldn’t be fair to anyone.

I took a lovely husband-assisited shower this afternoon, didn’t feel QUITE as good as a post-triathlon shower, but close.  And if I could reach my arms up another few degrees to wash my own hair, it might even be the best shower ever.  It will also be much nice when I no longer need to wear the icky drain things.  Sigh.

The strangest thing at the moment are the numb little lumps where my breasts used to be. We did a “skin sparing” mastectomy, meaning we saved some skin for future reconstruction, but when they scooped out the bad stuff, the nerves were cut off. So I have these odd, empty, wrinkly lumps… and I’m not sure if the numbness is perminant. My shoulders have been tight where I had a nerve blocker… the boob equivalent of an epidural, but it’s getting better every day.

My team at work has been awesome, sending food every night for my family to have dinner, and the love & support is still pouring in. I have a tendency to try and do things by myself, but I have a whole TEAM of ninjas to back me up now that my doc did the slicey part.

I’ll say it over & over, but I’m a lucky lady!