Monday, April 9, 2007

The Mammometer

The little blue and pink coochpills have conspired to create a rather round and extremely tender boobal region. A bra seems not quite sufficient -- a sling, perhaps, or a shelf, might be a better option. At night, I need to scoop them up and carry them with me when I roll over (and they're nowhere near big enough to justify that - they just hurt like hell!)

And then, sometimes, they don't hurt enough.

Huh?

Well, I get a little, ooooh, neurotic sometimes. As long as the boobelahs are achy, then I'm still in the game. So what do I do when suddenly I don't feel them aching?

I poke.

Poke, poke, poke. All day long. Just to check.

Poke, poke, poke. If it were anyone but ME doing that, I'd be angry and perhaps even litigious.

Poke, poke, poke. I'd be amazed if my co-workers haven't noticed by now. I'm probably causing bruising.

I just . . . *sigh* have to make sure they're still sore.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh, Binky! I hear you. I am poking so often I must have done it in public without noticing. I have been wearing ponchos and wraps because it is easy to do it on the sly under there!

Here's hoping the soreness leads to something!

Dissie Bride

Georgia said...

Wishing you Sore and Weird boobs!!! And anything else along those lines....