I have taken a drive down Paranoia Street and found a nice big parking space on Nervous Avenue, results from my lumpectomy are due tomorrow and I can feel that horrible dread I felt last week waiting for the biopsy results. It hasnt helped that I saw a few of my notes on computer screen and one subject was do not delay diagnosis (what is that all about) but that note wa made before I had my op so trying not to run too far up neurosis road with that one.
Thought it would be a good idea to try and shake myself out of this by going to M n S to treat myself to a new bra as the ones I have are not very comfy. The assistant (a lovely lady called Victoria) measured and after explaining the dressings went off and brought back what she thought would be most appropriate.
Well I am now offically my mother.......this bra was huge and would fail to raise the temperature of any male other than through too much laughing. She saw the look if dismay on my face and then I got the sympathetic look and she explained that once everything had settle down M n S do a really good range of pretty girlie bras for women who have had breast surgery with matching knickers but not at that store as it was too small. I thanked her for her time and patience and had to admit that the granny bra I was by now wearing was really comfy so threw pretty out of the window and went for the comfort.
I hate feeling like this as normally I am a really happy, slightly quirky type of woman but this thing seems to have robbed me of my sense of humour for the time being, however reading all your blogs I am starting to realise that I will get back that side of my life in time.
Enough rambling from me and I have given myself good hard cyberslap Debs, will speak to you all tomorrow once the dreaded results are in, mind you if those terrible twins can get through on X factor then there must be some hope for me...lol
take care love Terri xxx
