Author: Christina B
So I'm three weeks post surgery and I'm at home alone for the first day in what seems like ages! My mum has gone back to her home and my son is in school! Yaaay I've got free reign!! I'm pain free and ready to roll!! Being the diva that I am I've already arranged to get my eyelashes extensions done so I can start at least looking a bit more bright eyed. In combination with my new swishy wig and long Miss Thing thigh boots I'm going to be feeling pretty good by the end of the day.
I get ready and have a banana for breakfast, true to style I've woke up early but give myself just enough time to get ready before the taxi comes. I can't get fully showered, teeth done and dressed with light make up in under 1/2 hour anymore. Dressing that tit adds on an easy extra 12-15 mins. I loved the satisfaction pre cancer of knowing that I could go from looking like urghh to full on drag/ wag like status in 30 mins, but alas these days getting ready is laborious. Firstly I can't move my arm as quickly as before and secondly I don't have the range of movement so this means I have to contort my body into weird positions to put on my 24hour healing sports bra followed by two sets of surgical dressings.
Anyway fast forward getting ready drama and I'm ready for the world, I jump into the taxi and off to the salon. Note I used the word jump very loosely there.
On to the salon and an hour later I've got WAG lashes and am feeling sparkly bright eyed and good. I pay the salon and thank the beautician and I step outside and notice how fresh the air smells and how green the leaves look. Earth mother chick warms my soul and she decides we are going for a walk to feel nature and it's loins. I haven't "walked" for ages and it feels satisfyingly good I take deep breaths and really enjoy doing something I used to take for granted. As a child my parents used to take us walking to areas of national beauty regularly as we were members of the National Trust. I was always the moody one not wanting to get out the car or creating drama if the weather was typically British. Today though I'm embracing it all thinking how proud my dad would be to see me actively enjoying a walk and looking at trees really wondering whether they were deciduous or coniferous.
After 20 minutes walking I'm still feeling good but a bit peckish and I decide to stop at the pub to have a carvery. Albeit alone but things like that don't bother me one iota these days.
45 minutes and at least 1000 calories later I'm ready to resume my walk with full stomach determined to walk off a full roast dinner with trimmings followed by waffles, banana and ice cream.
I carry on walking but feel tired, so I walk a bit slower being frequently overtaken by pensioners or keen joggers. After another 20 minutes I approach a shopping park and decide that I'm knackered and need to call a taxi to take me home as I'm not sure a bus would be a good idea as I feel ridiculously exhausted. I go into Boots and sit down on the make up chair to catch my breath. I enjoyed getting out but I must have over done it, sensible chick pops up to scold me. What made me think I could do an hours walking today? I was unfit before all this cancer rubbish so just because I've had cancer removed does not mean they added some secret fit genes too. I'm going to have to work slowly and consistently at this fitness thing and today was a tad daft! Still, I enjoyed myself and it felt so refreshing to be outside as cabin fever was beginning to set in at home.
Well at least I've got lungs full of good clean air and a fab pair of lashes. Not a bad day I just have to pace myself next time! Speed dial to taxi.....