When I first heard about blogging I figured I'd be no good at it... I may 'drink + blog' and what an utter disaster that could be for my business. Flash forward 4 years and you've got a new non biz blog with a chica popping meds to handle the pain of my 'fake tatas' a following up those narcotics with sleeping pills so that I don't have crazy dreams from the pain killers....
But as you can see I'm now over the stigma of pill popping because 1. these are prescription 2. I am in pain. 3. I'm considering this the 'low' and appreciate there are meds to help me out of this medical low.
Today I saw the Physical Therapist... I look forward to the visits as her hands are somehow magical and with barely a touch she has my pecs stretched out and feeling grand. I've got to get these stretches down... I'm tired of the discomfort that comes along with missing lymph nodes and having expanders under my pecs to increase the chest size for the real 'girls' I get later.
I see my boob doctor tomorrow. The plan is to deflate 1 or maybe both of the expanded girls for my round with radiation. It's just easier to zap me when they lay flat and don't move around. I'm not quite sure what the deflated girls are going to look like... quite possibly they'll resemble my saggy chicaritas pre mastectomy. #ofcoursei'llgiveyoudetailslater
The following day I'll be seeing the Radiation Oncologist to get 'marked' for radiation treatment. Basically I'll get zapped in the same areas for 6 weeks m-f. This should keep the lil' cancer f*ckers from returning. The schedule however will keep me on my toes as daily radiation appointments will continue right on through winter break and into my son's birthday, my husband's birthday and my birthday.
Time to hit the hay and hope that I can sleep on my side tonight... even if it's just for a bit.