Healing, But Still Not Healed
As I write this, I can say that my pain after the second surgery has finally subsided. Whatever stitch was used this time around, I suppose I can say my body doesn’t LIKE it, but it isn’t having the blister-forming madness that the last one caused. While in Stockholm in late May, I managed to yank out some exposed stitches that were causing me grief. After they were gone, those areas healed much more quickly.
For the most part, I don’t have any open wounds right now. The only ‘problem’, if you could call it that, is that the suture line is PURPLE and even nearing black in some places. It’s not painful, though, and there are no sores or blisters.
I doubt I will be seeing my PS again, however. I am moving to another state 12 hours away on Saturday and don’t plan on heading back here to just see my PS unless something goes severely wrong. At this point, I am just going to wait and let my body heal at whatever snail-like pace it wants to heal at. Considering how rapidly the blisters formed with the last surgery, I feel rather confident at this point that I won’t have THAT particular problem this time around.
Am I happy with my breasts? I guess. I think, however, I’ve grown a little blasé about them. It’s like the family member that calls to tell you about their ailments all the time. You care, of course, but after a while you just don’t want to be bothered with it. This is where I am at currently with my nénés (and if I haven’t said it before, nénés is French slang for boobs).
I’m glad that my nipples are closer in size now, even though it’s not perfect (nothing ever is, though). The right one, in my opinion, could still be a BIT smaller. On top of that, I have no idea why it is now inverted. Before the first surgery, I KNOW it wasn’t inverted. But for whatever reason, it is now. I don’t like it, but I’ve gotten used to living with it.
And now that I feel I am done with all the surgery mess, it’s time to start re-shaping my shape, so to speak. I can only tolerate being so pear-like for so long. It’s starting to bother me. Now that I don’t have such large boobies preventing me from exercising, there really is no excuse for me NOT to be exercising. Will this turn into a weight loss blog? No, I doubt it. I’ll talk about my boobies but would rather keep my fat to myself! Nevertheless I think this is something that some women who undergo a breast reduction will face. It’s hard adapting to a new body shape that’s radically different from the one you knew for years. And sometimes, after your breasts have been altered, you may feel that the rest of your body will eventually need to follow suit.
And that’s where I am now — healing yet still not healed, but ready to move on to the next level of a new Rowan.