After the bank we had a rare coffee together and popped into my favourite of all shops, Monoprix. I was mooching around checking out the trans-seasonal fashion (pales, beiges, ice cream colours with a hint of citric and bold colour blocking if you want to know) and it occured to me that I should get some nightwear for the hospital. I ended up with a grey and pink striped loose top and matching grey bottoms. I figured I'll be taking my top off a lot so something loose for drains and ivs and bandages will be better, plus a nightie would have to be pulled up a lot thus exposing my bottom half. So ever the practical that's what I got - with some matching slippers.
The surgeon told me to get a cotton sports bra with no underwiring for a few months afterwards so I'll try to find one in Decathlon before the op.
I was in the bra section, fingering the pretty bras and I burst into tears. I didn't want to be the person buying pjs for the hospital thinking about drains and bandages and pain and the bras, well, I just can't see how that will work afterwards. I know I know, save your life first, don't worry about the aesthetics, but you do.
I looked at photos of pre and post op pics last night. dh thought I was crazy to do it but I'd rather be prepared before I try it for myself.
Reality hits.
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