Healing

It's now just over 3 weeks since my op. My stitches were taken out on Friday there and I saw the scars for the first time under my breast. I have a cream to rub into the wound, which will hopefully in time disappear.
I love them. My left one still hurts. Turned out I had an infection in it, which was making the two of them look nothing like each other. Thankfully, the antibiotics have helped clear the infection and they are starting to take their own shape under my stretched and very itchy chest.
I've now been back at work for a week after having 2 weeks leave. I think a lot of people there are surprised I'm not a lot bigger, but it was always my intention to go for a size proportionate to my frame. I can't wait until I can go out and buy some really nice bras, because these sports bras i'm wearing are so restricting. Think its another six weeks I have to put up with that.



I saw the guy that I was seeing a couple of months ago, the other night there. I really really like him, but I know I can never have him, which reminded me of a song I used to listen to a lot many years ago.

The Smiths - I want the one I can't have
On the day that your mentality
Decides to try to catch up with your biology
Come round ...
’cause I want the one I can’t have
And it’s driving me mad
It’s all over, all over, all over my face

On the day that your mentality
Catches up with your biology
I want the one I can’t have
And it’s driving me mad
It’s all over, all over, all over my face

A double bed
And a stalwart lover for sure
These are the riches of the poor
A double bed
And a stalwart lover for sure
These are the riches of the poor

And I want the one I can’t have
And it’s driving me mad
It’s all over, all over my face

A tough kid who sometimes swallows nails
Raised on prisoner’s aid
He killed a policeman when he wasThirteen
And somehow that really impressedMe
And it’s written all over my face

Oh, these are the riches of the poor
These are the riches of the poor
I want the one I can’t have
And it’s driving me mad
It’s written all over my face

On the day that your mentality
Catches up with your biology
And if you ever need self-validation
Just meet me in the alley by theRailway station
It’s all over my face

Oh ...
I Want The One I Can’t Have