the one where i'm stealing wifi outside my grandparents' house while they're out of town to avoid going home - in my defense, their yard is amazing

i'm under the (probably) false impression today that my new breasts will make me unstoppable in every aspect of my life (the *perfect* ones i will have, not these rocks). i'm vacillating between exhausted and stupidly over-the-top confident. my sense of time is alternately stretching and contracting. my surgery was a little over three weeks ago and it feels both an eternity and yesterday. i'm shocked that i'm so incredibly mobile and energetic a lot of the time. i'm frustrated that ALB isn't healing like the other side and i can't swim. i'm mystified that not a single one of my bras fits and it's not just for un-smooshability reasons. i'm over-sharing with neighbors, a lot. i have a major crush on my plastic surgeon (who has a wife named celeste and a daughter named parker, no kidding.) i feel like i'm in the middle of some hormonal revolution. still having memory problems and the occasional meltdowns but it's balanced out with naps and physical therapy wherein my PT tries to murder me through massage of my armpits.

speaking of armpits, i can feel my pec muscles stretching there but not so much across my chest. ants crawling under my skin sensation in/on my breasts/pecs/idunno very once in a while. itching on the inside, if that makes sense. absolutely zero sensation to touch or temperature on my skin. dr. bates had me ice the left side and i watched the ice melt from the heat of my skin but i could feel nothing except some referred sensation down my arm to my fingers. bizarre. pain in my ribs once in a while where the expanders are poking me still. i can hardly stand the time between expansions. it's a relief actually. physically and emotionally.