Today I did yoga for the first time post-op. It was a gentle class, done at home, focusing on yoga and illness (I have been fighting a summer cold for a few days, the first cold I have ever had in the summer in my life). It felt really good to do some child’s pose, some forward folds, some legs up the wall. Stretching my arms above my head was a challenge, and I went easy on it, but it still felt good.
I am still numb, mostly around my nipples, and I can feel scar tissue under my skin when I rub the incision lines–there is hard tissue over my pecs concentrated between the incision lines and the new nipples. K has been working to massage my chest in those areas a bit, God love her for it.
The part that hurts the most, oddly enough, isn’t the incisions, or the nipples, or even the front of my chest. It’s the area on my torso under my armpits: I can’t even hold a piece of paper under my arm, it’s that tender there. And I still feel slightly numb just below my clavicle–but otherwise lots of sensation is returning to my chest. I still also feel a bit swollen under my arms, I can tell they don’t sit against my body like they did before the surgery, and this may still change. But I also notice this swollen area is hard, like the scar tissue area under my nipples, so this slight bulge on both sides may be worked away over time with massage.
And one last artful shot, for the connoisseurs in the audience:
Last week marked my triumphant return to work. The folks there were happy to see me, and the few who asked where I had been (I had told many people why I was going to be out for a month, and word spread organically, which is how I wanted it) were supportive, or at least awkwardly polite. I have been on what we call transitional duty. This will last for two weeks, where I will be facing the shelves and greeting customers, and generally making myself look busy without doing any actual work. It’s boring, but temporary, and at least I’m not sitting at home on my ass. At least I’m getting paid. And so, friends, I will leave you with a picture of me in my work shirt, without tits.
Be nice to yourselves,
Your Pal Eli