Morning Musings on Being Pain-free
Luvlies, Good morning. This is the first time in 22 days that I have not woken-up to a dull, throbbing agony tunnelling through my body. It happens exactly at the 3 week mark where I am pain-free. My wounds are at the end stages of closure and I finally don’t have to focus on my reconstructed Tatas for 5 mins.
But it’s a Catch 22. This is the most dangerous part in my healing journey, where things can go terribly wrong if I’m not careful. Before I had a warning signal for when I did too much. A wave of boiling blood would start at the base of my breasts and stop at the nipple, which would be my signal to freeze, breathe, and sit down. I’d have to put whatever I was doing on an internal list of ‘Not Nows’ and mark a proverbial line not to cross until I reached the 6 week mark.
It would happen when I would bend my upper body forward beyond 45º or when I would put slight pressure on my arms to stand up from my couch. Each time my body would let out a long, lowercase wail lasting 5secs but at intervals or 15-20 times a day.
Now I have none. This is not good.
This means I can mop every surface that’s been neglected for almost a month. It means I can vacuum inside cupboards or take out my boxes of recycling… at least that’s how my type-ABCD brain thinks. And when my chest suddenly POPS and splays open and I’m being rushed to the ER for a revision, where I lose both my nipples… I’ll wonder why I didn’t just sit my black ass down and rest a few more days.
…and that’s time. Still here? Leave your thoughts down below.
See you tomorrow Luvlies!
xoxo Luv Laney Luv
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