I had to take painkillers for the first time in a week and a half because my boobs were hurting on the inside. Stupidly, I carried some reasonably heavy bags from the Alibi to home after selling some of my stuff downstairs, as a sort of sunday garage sale. It wasn't a huge success- I still have way too much stuff but it was about $30+ for sitting on my ass for a few hours.

But yeah, I tried to lighten each bag, and took it all home in 3 trips, but it was obviously more than I should have done because once I got home and sat down I had pains on the inside of my boobs.

Its so easy to forget that there are all these internal stitches all throughout my breasts. Its so easy to just think about the outside, visible scars, which are pretty much healed.

The scary thing is, despite not feeling in pain at the time, I wont know the damage until its too late. Its not like i'm going to lift my arm and suddenly feel a huge rip... but its all the little movements that could slowly widen the scars if i'm not careful.
I keep trying to remember that, but its hard not to get back to normal activity (cleaning, cooking, moving, picking things up) when I feel completely fine! I feel so lazy avoiding these everyday activities, because I do feel painfree. Its 3 weeks tomorrow and I feel like that should have been more than enough time to recover... but its not :( I know its not, everyone tells me its not.