2 weeks ago (probably to this day) I came to the bedroom, threw off my bra, gave a massive sigh of relief to be freed of my clothes and tumbled into bed. Turned onto my side, hugged my hubby (and probably the 3 year old so often in-between us), and drifted off to sleep.
Tonight, I lie in bed, alone - everyone’s been kicked out in case they kick out drains - waiting for sleep to visit. I’m lying propped up on all the pillows i can muster and a small selection of downstairs cushions. I undo my sports bra (gives me some shape), wait for that tight, trapped feeling to be released - no instant relief. The internal corsetry is in action. And that, so far, is life with expanders and drains.
I stand up, remembering I need the toilet, momentarily forgetting I have 2 wires and bottles following me everywhere. OWCH.
One day soon, the drains will be gone. One day further on, the expanders will follow. Counting it down like a prisoner with a wall tally chart….
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