Blood and other nasty looks
And here is the same breast Thursday morning - about 44 hours after the procedure. Still lumpier than grandma's gravy, still sore as a bitch, and I still forget and reach/stretch/torque the wrong way and receive a swift reminder that shit ain't right...but things are looking up, me thinks.
Friday - lumps are still bobbling around like marshmellows in a jello salad, and the bruises are becoming more spectacular
Did I mention bruising earlier - I had no idea... (also not helped by lugging around a case of water yesterday - put that stupid hat on better, Mel!
In the beforetime, I was an English teacher. Then I moved to rural Alaska where I was the only 9-1-1 operator in an area the size of the state of Oregon. Come in for story time!