OK, I would expect that after a lumpectomy and the biopsy of a lymph node or two, my 1) boobie would hurt and so would my 2) underarm area.
1) Not really. 2) Yes at first, not much now.
But what I did *not* expect were the other aches and pains. So I think between surgery and waking up from general anesthesia, some aliens beamed me up for some experiments.
First, they made me climb sixteen flights of stairs carrying a stack of textbooks to simulate my climb up to my 16th-floor dorm room in grad school (which I sometimes chose to do even when the elevator was working). Result: my calf muscles hurt.
Second, they made me do 150 sit-ups, to simulate what it was like taking the President's Sports Fitness Test in gradeschool. (My abdominal muscles hurt just the same way.)
Third, someone on the crew has been monitoring BBC Masterpiece Theatre programs from space, and convinced the others to put me into a Victorian whalebone corset and cinch it *really* tight, just because said crewmember was curious about the physiological results. (My rib cage hurts like it has been majorly squeezed.)
I'd better put a call in to the National Enquirer.
Ow.
1) Not really. 2) Yes at first, not much now.
But what I did *not* expect were the other aches and pains. So I think between surgery and waking up from general anesthesia, some aliens beamed me up for some experiments.
First, they made me climb sixteen flights of stairs carrying a stack of textbooks to simulate my climb up to my 16th-floor dorm room in grad school (which I sometimes chose to do even when the elevator was working). Result: my calf muscles hurt.
Second, they made me do 150 sit-ups, to simulate what it was like taking the President's Sports Fitness Test in gradeschool. (My abdominal muscles hurt just the same way.)
Third, someone on the crew has been monitoring BBC Masterpiece Theatre programs from space, and convinced the others to put me into a Victorian whalebone corset and cinch it *really* tight, just because said crewmember was curious about the physiological results. (My rib cage hurts like it has been majorly squeezed.)
I'd better put a call in to the National Enquirer.
Ow.