I am approaching 2 weeks from the last operation, and starting to get bored. The problem is, if I do too much of anything, I get really tired or I move my arm the wrong way and it feels like someone is jamming a spear into my armpits. I'm amazed at how much it hurts. And my chest hurts a lot too, to the point where I am really looking forward to the mastectomy.
I also feel like a fraud since friends are still bringing me food and I just have a horse voice and look okay most of the time. I've cancelled a few deliveries because we were getting a ton of food, but John is back at work this week and it really is a load off my back to not have to cook dinner. Tomorrow I plan on shopping for tank tops that are tight enough to wear without a bra (which is quite painful to wear, even a soft sports bra with front attachments), so I will be wiped out after that.
Another interesting thing is that I have to explain my voice for phone calls. People think I am a kid calling and so I've had to explain repeatedly that I am an adult who just had a throat operation. Then they're like, "Ohhhhh, okay." and they finally listen to me. This is why I have my wonderful popcorn kernels for Boy Scouts helping me by delivering my storefront requests! I also don't want to go in and flash my big scar on my neck, it looks like someone slashed my throat!
I also feel like a fraud since friends are still bringing me food and I just have a horse voice and look okay most of the time. I've cancelled a few deliveries because we were getting a ton of food, but John is back at work this week and it really is a load off my back to not have to cook dinner. Tomorrow I plan on shopping for tank tops that are tight enough to wear without a bra (which is quite painful to wear, even a soft sports bra with front attachments), so I will be wiped out after that.
Another interesting thing is that I have to explain my voice for phone calls. People think I am a kid calling and so I've had to explain repeatedly that I am an adult who just had a throat operation. Then they're like, "Ohhhhh, okay." and they finally listen to me. This is why I have my wonderful popcorn kernels for Boy Scouts helping me by delivering my storefront requests! I also don't want to go in and flash my big scar on my neck, it looks like someone slashed my throat!

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