Checkin' in with flamin' boobs!

Surgery went well, despite being three hours later than what it was suppose to be. I now walk around with my hands holding up my boobs 'cause I can't put a bra on. Which should be a good thing, but because they are swollen they are heavy which pulls on the bandages which makes me take another percocet. Vicious circle. Am I whining? I have a pretty high pain threshold but dammit this hurts. Percocet constipates you so I haven't had a shit in 3 days because you can't "help" it along cause it hurts your boobs. When I finally do take a shit and wear a bra again I will appreciate both a lot more. You never know how all your body parts are connected until one goes bad. I will get test results back mid next week and hopefully that will be the end of the boob saga. I wanted to go into work tomorrow but I've been out voted. Sitting in the house is driving me insane. TV sucks. I actually dozed through a "Judging Amy" mini-marathon today. I took a shower last night, poor husband had to help wash my hair cause I'm left handed and that side had the largest cyst so I can't lift my arm up and I was trying to hold my boobs up with my right hand. How funny a visual is that! LOL He is being really good. He checks on me, brings me "blue juice", (blue Powerade, my fave), The 1st day home he had to help me to the potty about a dozen times, I handled everything else but you can't pull your moo-moo up and hold your boobs at the same time. I've only had 1 pain pill today. Seems mornings are the worst the swelling tends to go down a little during the day which helps with the pain.



My left boob looks like it was beaten with a stick. I looked in the mirror and wow black, blue and green are definately NOT my colors! I've written enough for now, I'm kinda leaning forward on the desk trying to type with 1 hand and hold my boobs with the other. But daughter told me to do a post so everyone knew I was alive.

Thanks to everyone who thought about me and checked with the daughter on my progress.

Boobs

As my family knows I finally did the tit squeeze thing. Mostly because I found something a few weeks back and each time I checked the uncertainty of what it was turned into a "oh, SHIT!" kind of certainty.

So, After the tit squeeze they did a sonogram & damned if I was right. They suggest I immediately make an appt. with my Dr. to make a decision about my "situation". The hell with that! I called my surgeon, anything that big has gotta go.

I am at the age where my 1st colonoscopy was done last year. Yep, ladies something to look forward too. A flashlight up your butt. Don't try that at home. Anyway, I figured since he had seen that end he miswell get to see the top half. Kinda round out the size 18 butt I showed him last year. Let him see the STS I have after a 40lbs weight loss.

Well, he was so pleased while doing my exam that not only did he find the "big one" I found, he found about SIX more lovelies. All no bigger than a .50 piece. On Tuesday the 5th all those lovlies will be removed. Out patient surgery no less. Not wanting one boob to be left out I have them spread somewhat unevenly between the "girls".

Painful, uncomfortable and stiff were all words he used. The one thing I did hear loud and clear "don't worry we have drugs for that". Prognosis? I really only have a small one that I had thought for years was a "bone" to be mildly worried about. Other than that we are good to go. Seems this thing is hereditary, my mother, back in the dark ages had about 8 removals done. Unfortunately, my daughter will mostly likely have the same thing.

I wanted to make this a little humerous but, as I sit here I keep thinking what if I hadn't checked? I actually didn't start checking until I was 47. Kept thinking "I really need to start doing that, I'll start tommorrow, or Monday".
Not good ladies. My surgeon said had I had a sonogram instead of a mammy these would have been caught long before I thought I was getting "Dolly Parton" boobs. See I'm not even 50 yet.

So regardless of your age, your health or procrastination check yourself. I'm very lucky at this point. But, the "stomach falling to your toes" and the tears when you do find something is a whole lot better to deal with when you find it yourself and you KNOW what to do, than the other reality of NOT knowing until its to late.

So come on everybody...hold your left arm over your head and ....