Well..The day I’d been waiting for.
I was nervous as I taped my scars, (amazed at how my changed shape now had to really squeeze into my togs) and determined to meet the challenge of driving to the pool, having a go and getting home all by myself.
The rush of emotions as I entered the complex was almost indescribable. Being an indoor pool the noise of the filters was deafening, the smell of the chlorine – overpowering and the activity of others quite frightening.
The environment in which I was usually so comfortable – now felt a little overwhelming.
I took the disabled ramp and as each inch of my body was submerged in the water – there were tingles. How long I’d waited to feel the warmth, support and familiarity of the water. My body really needed just to float and relax and unlike any time during the past few months to experience no pain or even pressure.
The ‘vice on the chest’ that Dr D had warned I would experience kicked in almost immediately. I fought it as best I could, before the tears of frustration welled in my eyes and created a most unhelpful fog in my goggles! After a mere two laps of breastroke (ironic huh?) I was done.
Oh – forgot to mention as I attempted the first stroke – bringing my hands into my chest I quite literally banged them into my ‘new chest’. Note to self – even though you can’t feel them – boobs there!
Encore Performances 
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