I assume at some point they'll seem normal, but right now the breast implants are akin to houseguests.
Like when I have very dear friends come to visit, and we're so close that I'm delighted that they're with us. And we spend tons and tons of time together, and it never gets tiresome.
Nicole was here two weeks, and I miss her so much.
Maude and I have lived together twice, and we can kind of function like extensions of each other.
But they're not me. They have different needs and preferences. No matter how much we like and enjoy and are comfortable with each other, we're distinct people.
That's still how it is with these little guys.
In my appointment last week, Tammy told me that I could never use a hot compress on my torso again, because the silicone could heat to the point that it burned my tissue from inside, but I wouldn't know it.
I told her that makes sense, actually, because now, if I drink cold water, my chest gets cold. And I was wondering if she knew if it would always be like this.
She said this was the first she'd heard someone mention it.
Now I'm wondering if it happens to other people, but they've just never mentioned it to her. Or if I'm just so unusual.
But then! Then it occurred to me that maybe I would have to refrain from getting really hot.
So I asked, "Does this mean I can never get in a sauna again?!"
(SOWna with the SOW pronounced like cow, in case you're wondering.)
And once again she said that nobody had ever asked her that question.
Nick felt the need to tell me that it's not like I get in a sauna every day or like ever, at which point I was able to reply quite smugly that a friend a block away has a sauna and she's invited me to sit in it any time I might like so ha!
Tammy reasoned that sauna would be fine, because your entire body is heating up. With a heating pad, the silicone could get extremely hot and burn you from inside. But in a sauna you'd be too uncomfortable first.
Basically, my spatulas and my boobs truly have a lot in common.