Although Dr D would have been happy for me to go home the following day, my ‘roomy’ and her groaning (did I mention she also had a needle phobia which prompted some blood-curdling screams in the middle of the night?), had me feeling less than energetic as he did his rounds.
Anyway, I stayed for a second night and felt 100 times better 24hrs later.
The short drive home was again, well, excruciatingly painful is the only way to describe how my chest felt as we took each turn and thumped over the unavoidable bumps in the road.
Geez, there’s nothing like having a shower in your own surrounds. I may not look happy – but I really was!
So, the supportive taping is obvious. The implants are certainly more ‘front & centre’. My new scars as you can see are underneath (Ohh – those purple lines down my sternum are Dr D’s pre-op artwork, still to be scrubbed off), and the old ones are a little stretched but still intact! There’s just a bit of bruising, but it’ll go.
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