152. Big bra

It hurts some more. Enough to phone the plastics breast nurse.  It takes her 5 hours to get my answer phone message and call me back.  She’s undecided about if I need to go in or not.  Well, I don’t know!  She’s the expert.   

That night, I put a flannel under the band of my bra to cushion the sore bit.  It helps.  A lot. 

Next day, I keep it in.  I feel like someone’s granny, in my huge functional bra, stuffed at the side with padding and a huge dressing rising up out of my foundation garment into my neckline.  Urgh.  I hate this bit.  Bad enough having the fold in my boob in my neckline, but I remember this bandaged and bound stage from last year.  It’s demoralising.