These post-op bandages combine all of my least favorite parts of wearing a binder. Difficult to put on alone! Ribcage constructed! Escaping shoulderblade flab! Constant rolling/bunching up and pinching!!

It's like they assembled a "greatest hits" list to see me off.

Going to be sappy for a sec-

I'm complaining a lot about the recovery process for top surgery and making silly jokes and such, but I am honestly so fucking glad I did this. I've been glad about it from the second I woke up in the hospital (though I admittedly was groggy enough that it mostly expressed as "oh hey. nice.") and that feeling has not abated in the slightest.

No post-op depression, no delayed emotional processing, nearly no pain. Just the difference with a shirt on is already enough to make the results more than worth it - the way my scars turn out is nearly meaningless in comparison. The surgery was already a success. I can walk with my back straight and my head held tall, and I am so happy.

I've caught a cold from my partner and let me say, a stuffy nose when you're only allowed to sleep on your back is NOT GREAT