Today I go back to visit the nurse practitioner at the Plastics Clinic.  It's a wound and drain check.  When you get implants, they leave drains in the lowest part of the implant surface so the extra fluids can drain out.  J-P drains are see-through, soft plastic grenades.  They peek out from my shirt hem because I'm too lazy to pin them higher.  I like to wear them with my camo pants for a military theme.  

When I had a full mastectomy, I had four J-P drains and they took a long time to stop draining.  I'm fairly confident these two drains will only be with me another week, but I still feel an outsized hatred of them.  The exit point is itchy and none of my shirts look right.  They remind me that I'm recovering, which is good, I suppose, but I'd really like to pretend that everything's back to normal.  Robert says there's always a phase in recovery when I get irritated that I can't do everything 100%. I think we've arrived at that point as of today.

In more positive news, I spent some time writing thank you notes yesterday and that really improved my mood.  I have so many friends and family members who have helped me out. I love you!