The day after my biopsy was not a good one, and it started the night before. I didn’t sleep well, not because of pain but because of an itch on my boob. Honestly, I figured it was good, it meant the incision was healing up and was itching because of it. I kind of just rolled with it all night, but in the morning, that was a different story.
When I woke up, I checked my boob through the window and the incision was fine. What was not fine was my boob. It was all itchy and red around the adhesive from that window looking thing they put on. Now that window was supposed to say on until Friday so I could shower and the incision wouldn’t get wet. Well I pretty much noped out of that. I jumped in the shower really quick and then took that damned thing off, and I had this beautiful red rectangle around the incision. Yep, go me, I was allergic to whatever was used in the adhesive. So while my incision didn’t bother me at all, my boob was KILLING me from the stupid adhesive.
Erika the nice nurse called me that morning and I told her what was going on, and she told me to take the tape off right away. Erika honey, I was way ahead of you on that one. She told me to take it easy for the next couple of days, and I would get a call from Colleen at Lahey Breast Center in the next 3 to 5 business days.
I was still living in denial land and I was 100% confident that they were going to call me with good news. So I merrily went about my days. I relaxed, I binged more Criminal Minds – side not, Criminal Minds: Evolution is freaking amazing – and did some knitting and some writing. All was well in my world, except for the red welts which felt the need to stick around. A couple of benedryl took care of those for the most part.
