I’m having a tough time moving, and my chest feels like an elephant is sitting on me. I ache tremendously, and can’t breathe.  I’m so ready for this all to be over. I’m a blob on the couch again. I might burn this couch when this all comes to an end.  Drainage tubes are back in place for the time being. When I came out of surgery yesterday and found them, I straight up bawled. Stupid tubes. Stuuuuuupid boobs. I can not wait for this to all be over. 

Ok, good news and positive thoughts! I regained full shoulder rotation before this surgery. My feet are healing and getting better every day. I’d say they are at least 95% better. When I came home from surgery yesterday, I found my mom in my front yard pulling weeds, and beautiful flowers on my counter from my Seester. Chris whipped up an incredible Mexican bean salad. And, good friends met up with Chris for breakfast during my surgery to keep him company. 💗 I am thankful for my loving network. I am blessed even in my grumpy blob state, and I do not fight alone. 💪