Seems we’d hit a nerve – quite literally.
I hadn’t coped with that ‘stabbing’ pain so well and looked a right treat on arrival for the next ‘infill’.
Dr D and my breast care nurse Andrea agreed that the extra amount must have just been pressing on a particular nerve. On my description of the pain, he reached over and placed his hand precisely where I’d been hurting.
Given my discomfort and the fact one of my scars still hasn’t healed completely, I wasn’t sure he’d pop in another lot.
He did, in the hope it may just move things around again and perhaps let everything settle.
The ‘infill’ went smoothly, but on trying to get up I again experienced that almost crippling pain.
There was no hiding it now – Dr D, Andrea and Paul all saw the tears well in my eyes.
He prescribed a muscle relaxant to ease any spasms, along with some more heavy duty pain relief. And also encouraged a bit of gentle massage.
Both he and Paul could tell from my gritted teeth that I may not be up for that just yet.



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