Maybe it was lifting the gallon jug of milk that I poured on my cereal. Maybe it was lifting the hind end of my poor old dog up. He can't stand without help anymore. Maybe it was the casserole dish I took out of the oven last night.
Maybe it was just because.
But, I'm back to square one in my pain control. I can barely move today. I feel almost as bad as when I got home from the hospital.
Maybe a horse kicked me in the chest? Could that have happened without my noticing?
I learned my lesson. When they say don't lift anything heavier than a pound, they aren't kidding.
I'm back to being debilitated. My dog is back to being the same place all day. No more cereal and my husband can get the casseroles out. I'm not testing any limits from now on - it's way too painful.
There is good news. I saw my plastic surgeon today and the seroma is gone. I can take my bandages off, finally. I will get my first "fill" (when he injects the tissue expander with saline) tentatively November 19th. Then I'll have a budding breast again.
I hear that's uncomfortable too but I'll think about that later. I need to get through tonight.