I rested and iced. I also went the bathroom and it almost killed me. I took a peek afterwards because I felt like I had broken open. Everything was fine, but shocking to look at... even when reflected in Gram's beautiful old antique hand mirror.
I prefer this view. I'm totally freaked out by how violated I look underneath the compression garment.
Taking a moment to acknowledge this sucks and moving on. Just need to have faith in my body and my ability to heal and cope.
Tomorrow is a new day.