Sports Bra

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I have survived breast reduction surgery. Two pounds lighter. Smaller circumference.
And covered by insurance. (Four doctors recommended it. 44D is just too big. Back aches. Shoulders grooved. Arms bothered. In the way when I was typing.)
And now I am symmetrical. So they tell me. I haven't seen it yet. But I can see my feet!
I am swathed.
I carry ink markings.
I haven't bathed in three days. I want to rip off the padding and scratch.
I have tubes running out of my body. Drains in place.
But I can lift my hands over my head.
It is Monday - the surgery was Friday. I was home on Saturday.
I heard that it was weeks before you felt good.
I am already moving better than I thought I would. All those horror stories.
I wasn't so big (the left side was on the border) that they had to slice off the nipple and relocate it. They could "push" mine up.
Sensitivity may be affected. (No one plays with them anyway.)
I won't know for some time.
I seem to have energy. All the iron tablets and the vitamins. Must have helped.
Although I like naps.
But then, at my age, I like naps anyway.
I am a firm believer that they should have naps rooms in every office building.
A quick 20-30 minutes and you are refreshed. Instead we doze sitting at our terminals.
(Of course, I was reading one day and people walking by my cube thought I was sleeping until I looked up and caught them looking at me. Flustered them.
Should have.
Cubicles lead to rude behavior.)
But I am away from all that for 10 days and I love that thought.
And we just had 10 days for Christmas. So much for January.
My doctor now tells me I need a sports bra. I don't own one I say.
So I look through catalogs. And can't find a listing for one on the Danskin webpage (what are these companies doing with no product on their websites???? You get an "F" in marketing folks!)
I find an old Layne Bryant catalog. They have one.
I have these things because, after years of being heavy, I had finally found people carrying clothes that look good on the size 1X, 2X body. And immediately lost enough weight to be back in M/L. Right back out the bottom of the catalogs.
So I have been chucking the plus-sized Danskin catalogs, the Romans, the Layne Bryant, and the Delta Burke. Although I can get away with a size large Delta burke if she makes a large.
So I debated about calling the 800 number and finding a bra while I tuned into QVC and bought another cookbook and $200 worth of Dermablend - to tide me over until I can get my face re-ironed. I still have scars from the doctor going just a tad too deep while removing the brown spots (against my wishes). Sometime between now and November I will fix it. I am too busy right now.
Dermablend works very well.
At least it keeps it from jumping out at you. (However, the marks did show up in the publicity photos. Looks like a mild case of small pox! I paid for this!)
So, fussing around, I suddenly remembered. I am a pack-rat.
I worked my way down to 132 lbs at one point a few years back, before the Estrogyn hit, by walking 25 miles a week plus working out plus Medifast. Horrendous effort. And I had work-out clothes.
Actually, the chest never fit into the tops very well - I kept hoping. Now I bet it will.
So I think I will hunt for them.
Right after I scrub the kitchen floor and shampoo the living room carpet.
I am fine as long as I don't lift more than 5lbs.
And I am not supposed to drive.
For 10 days.
Fat chance!
My 18-year-old younger son, who is "caring for me", is still asleep.
Somehow I never got breakfast in bed.

Epilog:
Well, I rooted around in the closets and then I remembered that I had gone through one of those brain freezes - where you listen to other people and throw things away that you are not wearing.
And I threw out the workout clothes (Oh, I'll never fit THOSE again!)
But, for some strange reason... I found one top in the bottom of a closet. Don't ask me why it was there.
It won't do.
I need a new sports bra.
So, when my older almost-24-years-old child comes to take me to the doctor - maybe on the way home we can stop at the mall for a quick trip to Layne Bryant and a size 40-42 sports bra.
Maybe I'll know which by then.
Maybe I'll see 38 soon.

Epilog for the Epilog

My eldest son took me shopping on the way home from the Doctor's office. I still have drains. I was in pink and black silk pajamas from Victoria's Secrets. Didn't care.
We hit Macy's. I got an intense activity XL and a moderate activity XL sports bra. My elder son helped. He fould the 40 we could compare the XL to so I had an idea of size. It's as far as they went.
Meantime - I am in ace bandages.