Seems I got a bit excited. The bra was yet to come.

Later that evening Dr D popped in to check on things (looking like he could do with a very strong coffee to get through the final surgery he had to perform for the day..I mean that in the nicest possible way of course!). He seemed surprised that I’d been up and showered and sternly instructed the nurse to ensure the waterproof dressing was put in place asap (oops..).

He put some big strips of supportive tape along the outside edge of my right breast, pulling things into the centre rather firmly. As Dr D flew back to the operating theatre, the nurse taped up the other side and helped me get into the zip & buckle up bra.

It was getting late. I was left with my oxygen, push button pain relief and a flimsy curtain separating me from my not-so-well-mannered neighbour who moaned throughout the night. Ohh – she also felt it necessary to make demands on the nurses each time they popped in for the two-hourly obs ‘get me morphine’ she bellowed….. It was a long, looong night.