Because they’re not actually boobies.
My mom was up for another doctor’s appointment this week, and I realized as I started to walk into the loft to grab something topless and stopped myself, I really don’t think of them as boobs right now. They are more Franken-Boobies.
I’m about to go have another night of restless sleep. I have always been a side and/or stomach sleeper, which was not necessarily EASY with cartoon boobs, but is almost impossible with the rocks. I wake up because they hurt. And since when I shift, they still ache, I have a hard time getting back to sleep.
I’m hoping when I get a refill for my muscle relaxants, I will be able to add in a couple of my other meds and get a good night’s sleep. I took oxy one night last week so that I could sleep through the night all the way. Not something that I’m proud of, but it actually worked. I don’t need to take the muscle relaxants all of the time, but I think that not taking them AT ALL for the last week and a half means that my chest has never fully relaxed.
When I am not relaxed, I start to feel like I’m wearing a bra of tension. It’s all tight and painful everywhere where I wear a bra, and a couple of days this week I had some problems with numbness radiating down my arm and into my fingers.
April 8th can’t come soon enough!
In happier news, we have replaced our 2002 Ford Escape that died 2 weeks ago with 231000 miles on it with a BEAUTIFUL new ruby red 2013 Escape. I’ve always wanted a red car, and although I love pink; shiny, metallic red is really my favorite color. We’ve named her Ruby the Ninjamobile. I’d say it’s the little things, but considering the monthly payments, she’s not such a little thing. 🙂
And in even happier news, I’ve started to walk around the office, and even Bellevue Square and a local restaurant, all with just my fuzzy head. I’m still self conscious, but as one colleague said, “It’s an actual hairstyle!” Not one that I am planning to keep, but it’s a start.
One word of warning though — I tend to subscribe to the fake-it-until-you-make-it school of confidence. So since I’m not feeling confident about my bald self, I may blow past people as I walk by.I’m not trying to be rude, just trying to concentrate on keeping my chin up, and shoulders back.