Sigh. 2 nights ago, as I was making my 40th pot of soup for the month, (seriously, I've been a soup making fool!), the soup seriously jumped out at me - hit my right hand and my left upper chest.
Luckily, the lymphedema is on my left side. Oh... right. That's also where my missing breast's substitute sits proudly. Not feeling a thing.
I freaked out but luckily there was just a red splotch that went away yesterday.
What's crazy is not being able to feel your body.
I mean, sometimes I hug someone or bump into someone (usually it's their fault). I feel an echo of the bump. It's awkward. I remember once slumping on the couch with a mug of tea. I set it upon my foobie. I then realized, it wasn't hot. I then THEN realized, it was.
And, then, sometimes I have phantom feelings. Cold breeze. Hot flash. Hear baby cry. Eek.
Why do good boobies (people) die when bad boobies (people) live?
My hand still hurts and is red. It was freezing yesterday and today, and I didn't wear my right glove. Cold as heck, and 3/4 of my right hand wanted to punch me. But the 1/4? Like an old lady somehow possessed that burnt part of my hand and was having the most epic hot flash in a sauna with a heating pad suit on. Yup. She needed the brisk air.
System is still messed up. I'm thinking I'm due to stay in this hormone hell until I'm gone. Cherish the journey? Yeahhhhh. I would it I wasn't having hot flashes and hormonal swings. Though, I guess it's kind of like a hot summer's day at Coney Island.
