I’ve been on the go since early o’clock today and I feel great!
Had my nails taken off, dropped the key back to the estate agents, bought something naughty to eat in M&S.
Then I sat in my car and decided to phone the hospital. Having one boob was annoying me and I am going to a Christmas party on Saturday and the thought of stuffing my bra with socks was starting to make me sad.
Apparently, the hospital should have given me a squidgy temporary boob. So when I phoned the breast care nurse at Poole, she said I could pop in and get one. Imagine me swaggering back out the hospital, swinging my new nork in a carrier bag! Awesome.
Then off to town to buy a bra. Can you believe M&S and Primark don’t have any pretty non-underwired bras? So I settled for some cheap sports ones, so at least I have something to put my new nork in. I have it on now….hahahaha.
The Breast Care Nurse also said I could take my dressings off. In fact, I’d already taken the one off the drain holes this morning because it was enormous for the purpose and I wasn’t leaking. But now the scars are completely free (apart from being covered by a fake nork and dodgy cheap sports bra!).
I have noticed a bit of swelling today, but was warned to expect that, so I am not bothered.
Have got a friend coming round tonight and another one tomorrow morning. Going to a carol concert at the Minster on Saturday night, followed by a Christmas Meal with the Rozzers. Have booked to do some business networking next week. The bitch is back. Yay.
(No, Mum and Margaret, I won’t overdo it!!!!!)