I’d spent the past week adjusting to the stretching and tightness, but it was time for round two.
The process was the same as the first time. Another 120mills though and my shape had changed dramatically. From my line of sight, my immediate reaction once the covers came off was ‘Holy hell!’
Dr D joked it was ‘like being a teenage girl all over again.’ Funniest part being – it wasn’t! I was quite sporty, had a rather athletic build and never really developed an impressive bustline. This was all new to me!
Incredible – yes. Pleasant – no.
By the time we’d reached the car park I was wincing at an unusual intense sharp pain – like a knife penetrating my breast, going through my chest and out through my back.
I thought it would ease before my next appointment. It didn’t.
I spent the next six days sitting delicately on the lounge or propped up in bed. While trying to avoid any movements which may bring on the stabbing pain, I did keep up the basic exercises prescribed by the physio. Generally though – I was a bit of a misery guts.
Little Miss Independent was having trouble getting around. I found myself giving in and asking for help to perform the most basic of functions such as getting dressed, opening the fridge door and even retrieving a glass for some water to take tablets with!
Truly, the warm water of the bath + painkillers was my only relief during this period.
Needless to say I wasn’t so keen to go back for another round.
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