Impatient and frustrated
I'm tired of the binder. I'm tired of the graft care. Tired of the scabs not coming off faster. Tired of being unable to reach high and lift things, tired of all of it. Half of me wants to give up and just be done with this process. But I know it's not good for me or my chest, and the doctors will scold me if I do. There's so many things I want to do after the binder comes off. I want to finally be confident and free, and build a future I deserve. But the final stretch is such a drag. It's really weighing on my mental health.
Obviously I would never trade this procedure for the world and I have no regrets, but god, it really is a process, isn't it? If anyone has any ways to cope with the dreaded impatience, I'd love to know. I'm gonna try and take a walk tomorrow morning, see if that helps.