Know what pisses me off? I’ve been putting off ordering new bras for a few months because I just didn’t WANNA, and now that I’ve hit the critical stage and my bras are basically tattered pieces of material held together by sheer force of my angry will, the bras I love so much, that are SO perfect for me, that I NEED at least four of to get me through until next January or February, when I will be having my chest parts nipped and tucked and then who the hell knows what size bra I’ll be wearing?
Those bras are no longer being manufactured.
GODDAMNIT. Goddamn you, Olga Perfect Fit Full Figure Underwire Bra #35069. You lured me in, you made me love you, and now where the hell are you? NOWHERE TO BE FOUND.
I have ordered seven different bras and they all came yesterday, and I have tried them all on and NOT A GODDAMN ONE WORKS FOR ME. I have one that’s a “maybe”, but come on. I’m a size 36DDD (THAT IS “D” IN TRIPLICATE, YOUR EYES ARE NOT DECEIVING YOU), I don’t need a goddamn bra with TWO hooks on the back. I need a goddamn bra with AT LEAST three hooks, preferably four, and with sides that are wide (tall?) enough to firmly hold in all that lovely flabby skin under my arms. I need a bra I can depend on, I need a bra I can love, and nothing I’ve tried so far has cut it at all.
And the bras I’m currently wearing are NOT going to make it for another eight months.
So tell me this – I am in the market for a size 36DDD bra, one with plenty of support (underwires are welcome), one that will hold in the side flab and be comfortable and present a perky bosom to the world at large. Tell me what the perfect bra is, what bra makes you nod your head, secure that it will do all you ask of it and does not cost an arm and a leg, and oh yeah – nice, secure, MEATY bra straps, not those thin little things that dig into your shoulder.
Hit me, y’all. I need HELP, and I know YOU can help me!
Monday, I overdid it. All I did was take a trip to the grocery store, and I don’t know if it was just the wandering through the grocery store or the lifting (which I’m sure I did too much of) or what, but by bedtime I was starting to hurt. I took Tylenol before bed, but between 2 and 3 the next morning, after tossing and turning most of the night, I was in definite pain. I ached from my hips to my ribs. I tried to ignore it but was unsuccessful, and at 3:00 I gave up and got up. I went downstairs and took my favorite pain relief concoction – two Tylenol and two Advil.
On a side note, yes. I have gotten the okay from my weight loss surgeon to take Advil and the okay from my LiverDoctor to take Tylenol, and the okay from both to take both together as long as it’s not on a sustained (ie, weeks) basis. I’ve been advised to take two Advil and two Tylenol together by someone I won’t name so that when YOU try it and drop dead, your surviving relatives can’t sue her.
(PLEASE NOTE: I AM NOT A MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL AND IF YOU TAKE ANY KIND OF MEDICAL ADVICE FROM ME WITHOUT CONSULTING, AT THE VERY LEAST, DOCTOR GOOGLE, IT IS NOT MY RESPONSIBILITY. THOUGH IF YOU’D LIKE TO SUE ME FOR A CHICKEN, FEEL FREE.)
I was told that the Advil/ Tylenol combo will work, for some people, better than narcotics when it comes to pain relief, and it’s certainly worked well for me. So after 45 minutes when it didn’t work to take away the pain, I was surprised. I ended up taking a hydrocodone, and I sat in the living room and watched the rest of the first disc, first season of The L Word, and by the time Fred came downstairs a little before 5:00, the pain had finally started to fade.
Because I can take a hint from my body (especially when it REALLY FUCKING HURTS), I took it extremely easy yesterday. I did very little around the house, spent most of the day in the recliner, and took a long nap in the afternoon. I kept on the hydrocodone, too, though rather than taking whole pills, I took half a pill every four hours, and it worked well enough.
This morning, I still hurt a little, so I’m going to take it easy again, another day of watching TV in the recliner and not a whole lot else.
I honestly don’t know if I overdid it on Monday, or if – at three weeks out of surgery – I’m starting to do some deep-down healing, or even if the fact that I started my period on Monday has anything to do with it. I feel like I’ve read that women having their period experience pain differently than when they’re not. I might be making that up, though, as Doctor Google’s not giving me any backup on that.
In any case, I’m taking it easy today. I promise!
Look what reader Christine photoshopped for me!
Crack me UP. (Thanks, Christine!)
So now that I know Zoe will eat baby food if it’s offered to her, I generally take her a spoonful on a plate in the morning and again in the evening when I bring a plate of canned cat food in for Kara (which she shares with River, sweet generous Momma that she is). Zoe always bellies right up to the plate (I’m going to start mixing crunchy food in with the baby food to see if I can’t coax her into giving it a try), and yesterday Inara smelled the baby food and came over to give it a try. Only, when she tried to get a little of the baby food, Zoe whipped out the Paw o’ Doom and stopped her.
I love the Paw o’ Doom. It cracks me up.
(Inara did get some baby food eventually; Zoe never eats all that I give her.)
“Why she got to give me the Paw o’ Doom? I always share with HER!”
Fighting kittehs.
“I told Mom that you bit my tail, and she is going to kick your ASS!”
A few more kitten pics over at Flickr.
Tommy on a mission.
Previously
2007: I was cross and felt at loose ends yesterday.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: WAS IT REALLY FUCKING NECESSARY TO CLOSE THE POST OFFICE ALL DAY TODAY?
2003: Fancypants goes missing.
2002: Look! It’s PMSing South Park Robyn!
2001: Poor people are so funny, aren’t they?
2000: No entry.