…how amazingly better I was going to feel as a result of the de-boobification surgery?
This morning I turned out of the sack after laying there for seven hours without hardly moving — never a good strategy. The bones were a little stiff, which is normal for survivors of the Early Cretaceous. But…
Hang onto your hats, folks!
There was NO…BACK…PAIN!
Whaaa?
It’s been slowly getting a little better, but that often happens if I get sick and have to lay in bed for a couple of days. But the pain has never been completely gone. As in GONE gone.
Amble into the kitchen. Pick up the dogs’ water bowl, dump the old water on the houseplants, refill the bowl, and set it back down on the floor. NO excruciating jolt of pain running down the back and into the hip!
Well, I figured, this is some kind of a fluke.
Ambled down the hall and sat in front of the computer for half an hour or forty minutes, a strategy guaranteed to cripple. Got up, braced for the usual hair-raising stab.
No. NOTHING.
Holy mackerel. It’s a God’s miracle.
Seriously, if anyone had ever told me I could trade off boobs for freedom from back pain, I’d have been at WonderSurgeon’s door years ago.
I expect removing the boobs’ dead weight probably relieves a fair amount of pressure on the aging vertebrae. Also, getting rid of weight that wants to pull you forward into a slump changes your balance and posture. It’s much easier and more comfortable for me to stand up straight without all that extra upper-body weight to counteract.
Surely do hope this lasts. If it persists even a week or two, I’ll be happy. Every day without back pain is a God’s gift.