I went back to work yesterday and as luck or the devil (one and the same?) would have it, our management team had to visit some branches to welcome new staff members. Besides driving my car for the first time after the op, it was an abnormal day (a normal one being sitting on my bum behind a computer or in a meeting for the whole working day). So with all the movement, I experienced some real pain for the first time. Not a gnawing-on-a-door kind of pain, but definitely more that the regular pins and needles feeling I’ve been feeling. Nobody has mentioned my lack of padding in the chest department, so either they have not noticed (I am daily struck anew with how self-absorbed people are), they will speculate with colleagues, or they just couldn’t care. Whichever way suits me fine.
I do not know if I am imagining it, but since the op, I am much more aware of hot or cold liquids and food that I swallow. By aware I mean the path from my throat to my stomach. It is a new sensation to me and I am wondering if them udders had absorbed or masked this feeling before. It leaves me with a strange feeling of… vulnerability?
Regrets? In the words of Edith Piaf, “Non, je ne regrette rien,“ – No, I don’t regret anything. I do it my way.