Watching and Waiting

Met with Dr. L, who looked at my chest and gave a lovely Gallic shrug. It doesn't look healthy, but it isn't obviously infected. We're going to try another week of antibiotics, to a total of four weeks. I can still cry uncle at anytime and have the implants pulled, but it only hurts a little and I just don't see myself willingly doing the whole process again. "Hmmmm, would I rather go work in my garden, or go have another surgery? Would I rather spend next summer feeling whole and healthy, or sore from expander fills?"

I've also realized that I am very much looking forward to a week where I don't have to go flash a doctor. My breasts didn't get this much attention even when they were real.