I was more coherent today, taking fewer pain killers, playing around on the internet, and even leaving the hotel for a bit with E for coffee and dinner.
I drained 30cc on each side. The fluid smells disgusting. It’s pinkish red, and often has a film of transparent clear liquid on top.
I can’t really wrap my mind around the fact that underneath this binder and the foam, there aren’t any boobs. I’ll never see those boobs again. I look an uncomfortable lot like a sausage in this binder.
I took something to help me poop, because apparently pain killers make one constipated. I also picked up some arnica gel for the bruise on my left side. E is putting it on me when we empty the drains.
