It’s Day Three in the New Boobies household and everything seems to be going fine.
I’m sleeping well during the day and at night; despite being in a world of pain that I never knew I could endure. I’ve actually impressed myself with my new and improved pain threshold to be honest. Sure, it’s been aided by the pain meds, but they don’t get to take all the credit.
To rewind a little and update y’all; I had the surgery at 1.30pm on Saturday afternoon, 2nd October. My surgeon, well, he’s awesome. The Blackrock Clinic was superb and the quality of care couldn’t be faulted. The nursing staff there is second to none.
Following just over three hours surgery, I was back in my room & ready for a visit from the folks and Christian by 6.30pm that evening. Seemingly I was highly entertaining in my doped up state. I’ll have to take their word for it as I can’t remember much of it other than being ecstatically happy with my new boobs.
I was sent home on Sunday afternoon, armed with a list of do’s and don’ts and an arsenal of pain relief where I was welcomed with this adorable homemade poster courtesy of my sister, Lynn and nieces, Jude (9yrs old) and Millie (4yrs old).
Since then, I’ve spent most of my time sleeping, reading, watching TV and being waited on hand and foot by various members of my family. They are incredible and I’m genuinely thankful. The care rota is working out well with the priceless addition of a baby monitor, I might add, so they can hear me when I holler for ‘em. To be fair though, I am pretty helpless and hugely dependent on them for even the simplest of tasks. Your pride really does take a backseat as soon as you have to be aided with trips to the loo, getting dressed and undressed and all other manner of regular and mundane tasks.
Aside from all that, I’m doing wonderfully. The recovery is slow and arduous, but the results outweigh this minor detail a million times over. I’m now practically chomping at the bit for my first official outing with ‘the new girls’ where they get to meet their devoted followers.
So, I think that brings y’all up to date on BoobieGate. Speaking of which, ladies, what do you call your boobs? Boys, what do you refer to them as? There’s the obvious boobies, breasts, mammaries, cha-cha’s, itty bitty titties (thanks Dena) fun-bags, melons, muffins, but what else do we call them? Just throw up your offering on the auld comment box there; it’s good for a chuckle. Plus, I’ll post a full list of names when you’re done.
Only thing left to say today is to remind everyone out there that October is Breast Cancer Awareness month; ladies check your boobs and please donate anywhere you can.
Other than that, THANK YOU.
Thank you so much to everyone who has read this blog. Thank you for the comments here, on Facebook and Twitter.
Thanks to everyone for the texts, calls and emails. Your kind words, help and advice have been overwhelming and unprecedented. As I like to say a lot, YOU ROCK!
P.S: Gracias to Lynn for typing up this blog post for me.