3/5/24

I have a story to tell you today. My lymphedema has been bothering me a bit more than usual lately, so I have been wearing my compression garments. The compression camisole, to be exact. It’s not very comfortable, and it gets hot, so I’m not overly fond of them. They do keep everything scrunched up, though. Several years ago, we went to the Texas state fair. Jessica and I chose to get on a wild ride that spun around like crazy and flips you upside down and every which way. David opted not to go, so he held my purse. We had a wild ride and it was great fun. We both totally screamed at the top of our lungs, and I would do it over and over again if I had the chance. She and I are wonderful roller coaster partners. Anyway, when the ride was over and the bar flipped up, we stepped out of our little cab. At that point, I realized something was amiss. You just know when something doesn’t feel right. I looked down, and sure enough, something went wrong. My left boob had apparently popped out of my bra during one of the upside down events. Now, I’m thinking, how am I going to get this put back in place with all these people around. We were still coming down the ramp from the ride and I told Jessica to get in front of me and stop. I used her as a shield against dozens of eyes in the crowd and hurriedly put my boob back where it belonged. Now, every single time I put on my compression camisole, I am reminded of that day. Perhaps the next time I go on a wild roller coaster ride, I should make sure I’m wearing compression garments. 

I will venture to guess that every single person that just read this post, got a visual stuck in their head.



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