i am not my cup size....anymore

well, the deed has been done. boobie reduction complete, and the road to recovery one that is being well-traversed at this point. it's not been as bad as i thought it would be. I'm ignoring the pain meds which really do nothing other than make me angry and tired. Basically, my boobs feel like they did when i was nursing and had waited too long to pump (read this as stabbing, shooting pains that come and go as they please - annoying but manageable). I did, however,manage to scare the living cr*p out of myself "researching" on the internet PRIOR to the surgery. Reality: it was a bit scary - the surgery part - after all, it was seven flippin' hours, but the recovery hasn't been as devastating as i thought! All i can think of is how many bodily noises i emitted in that time, completely unaware and at the mercy of an army of boobie technicians.

Today, day three, i think, i have managed to write my assignment for class, toss a load or two of laundry in and eat something. not bad, considering. I go to the doc today and i'm hoping against all odds that he takes these nauseating drains out of me. I hear breast ENLARGEMENT involves massage as part of the healing process. but REDUCTION involves bed rest and drainage. Yuck. Really, it's so much easier to make oneself look like Pam Anderson than Martina Navratilova.

Anyway, i am looking forward to a few things: running without more than one bra on (can we say, "irritating"?), pretty bras, no more backaches and people beginning to look me in the eyes first. Also, if i never hear "let the girls out" again, it won't be too soon.