My fifth saroma is the size of a pretty large Easter egg.
And I am afraid that it may just 'burst open' today (before my next appointment).
Which hardly bears thinking about.
Even if I would love to be instantly rid of it.
Earlier this afternoon I had decided to distract myself from such a worry with a large Easter egg made of chocolate.
I wondered, for example, if I could expertly crack the egg in two perfect halves, with a special sort of tapping motion?
Maybe.
All I had to do was to be very, very careful.
Clearly, I was not careful enough.
Because somehow the gentle pressure applied to the chocolate egg caused it to explode.
Everywhere.
Magnificently and dreadfully.
With a loud pop, bits of chocolate were suddenly flying all over the kitchen.
When I opened my eyes, a lot of the egg had simply 'gone'!
Well, that was alarming.
Not least because I was applying the same ‘firm but gentle’ massage technique that I use for my breast saroma!
This. Felt. Like. Bad. News.
Unfortunately, I am supposed to carry on doing that recommended massage.
I guess it might lead to some interesting results though.
At least my saroma seems set to finally disappear.
And quite possibly with a bang, for one reason or another.
