I'm back at work today. I just couldn't stand to be home anymore, sitting in front of the TV and trying to keep the dogs from using my chest as a ladder to the back of the couch, and having to restart my computer again because the work software interface broke down and kicked me out for a 3rd time in 2 hours. (Although I have to admit, afternoons are better than mornings for the software, for some reason. So after a 3rd restart, I was generally good to go after noon passed by.)
I'm walking pretty gingerly, though. It's funny how many regular, everyday things kind of feel different now that I have new boobs basically sewn on to the front of my body. Doors that were easy to open and close before are now very clearly moving at a force heavier than 5 pounds. (I'm not supposed to lift more than 5 pounds at a time, so pushing or pulling a door open when it's a heavier weight is painfully obvious to me these days.) When I come up on a blind intersection of hallways, or pass a corner of cubes that could have someone rushing out to get to a meeting, I have mini-anxiety attacks at the thought of running head on into a person as I move as quickly as I can myself toward the relative safety of the somewhat stationary chair at my desk.
I've also wondered if anyone is going to ask if I'm pregnant. Now that I don't have DD's to push out the top of my shirts/blouses, my stomach is more prominent, IMO. And since I've been gone for a week and a half, I'm afraid that people will notice the belly more than ever before, and think that I've got a bun in that thar oven. I've been making it into a joke with friends, actually. "Hahaha! Where the hell did that stomach come from? Damned boobs were hiding it from me all these years! Why didn't you guys tell me it was there?"
It's just weird the way clothes fit me now, is all. I'm working on getting used to it. Good thing a lot of my stuff is pretty stretchy, and my boobs didn't leave them misshapen at all. T-shirts, cardigans, and blousy shirts that simply fall a different way now are definitely my bestest friends at this point in time.I don't think any major shopping will need to occur, which is a good thing! Just new bras, when I'm allowed to wear something other than this damned therapeutic one I'm required to wear for 2 more weeks. I kinda hate it. I mean, it serves it's purpose, and holds me in place, and I like the feeling of being held in place better than being all exposed and stuff right now. Especially with the incisions still being somewhat fresh...it's hard to even bend slightly over when I'm nekked without feeling like I'm gonna lose a nipple.
But you try wearing one single piece of clothing almost 24/7 (just taking it off for showers), and tell me how much you love that thing after 4 or 5 days. You won't...I guarantee it. You might just start daydreaming about burying it in the back yard, giving it to the dogs as a chew toy, or throwing it in the grill to help get the charcoals going the next time you're having a barbecue, even. You know it's good for you, but you hate it all the same.
Plus, I really cannot wait to buy pretty new bras!
I've been thinking of taking updated pictures as the healing has continued, but really nothing has changed since last week, except for the actual boobs themselves! And I'm not posting pictures of those out here, of course.
But so far, so good! At least I'm back out in the world again, where bigger and better things than just my boob situation are going on. Hopefully, I'll have more to post about soon. Because even I'm getting tired of all this. Sheesh...