Careful with Bathing Suits

Monday:
After two nights of interrupted sleep due to an overactive brain, I helped sleep arrive sooner last night with the help of a little blue pill.  For the first time in months, my alarm had to wake me up for 6 a.m. workout this morning.  Stretching that spandex over a ballooning body was no easy feat -- but, all the more reason to get up and get going.

It never ceases to amaze me how, by 10 minutes into the first day back after a school break, it feels as if the holiday never happened -- almost as if lazing on the sunny sands of Mazatlan was all a figment of my imagination. My students were the same -- learning was NOT on their radar screen, and my voice relaying information about literary devices and trigonometry was nails on a blackboard to their delicate ears.

Wednesday:
Getting dressed for morning workout today triggered a memory from Mexico that I wanted to pass along for your future reference.  It involves being a bathing beauty with a tissue expander. I already owned my "go to" bathing suit -- a lovely and expensive two piece suit that had lasted through vacations to Thailand, Vegas, and Mexico. However, as December, and our vacation, approached I felt a strong urge to buy a new bathing suit, even though I had a perfectly good one sitting in my dresser. What an exercise in frustration, as I searched for hours for just the right top that would minimize the lopsidedness of my chest and give me enough support on the "unexpanded" side. Eventually, I found just the ticket at Sears, and was thrilled with my purchase. I still threw in my old stand-by, knowing it would be a good thing to have two bathing suits along.

Preparing for our day trip to Stone Island, I put on my old suit with a beach cover-up over top. Just before we left our room, I happened to glance down and noticed a huge bump from a wad of fabric on my right side. It turns out that my new-and-improved tissue-expander breast would NOT stay put inside the bathing suit, but ... I have very, very little feeling on that side (it's kind of like when you thump on your cheek after getting freezing at the dentist) and didn't feel the suit slipping further and further down.  I considered wearing it anyways and putting my girls on high alert to be on the lookout in case my suit slipped down again.  But, wanting to be comfortable and relaxed, I changed my mind and ended up wearing my new suit every day. Since it seems like it's socially acceptable to show any amount of cleavage as long as there's no nipple (sorry men!!), maybe my bare "breast" would have never been noticed since I have no nipple to expose.

I haven't thrown out the old one -- maybe when my new softer implant is in, the old suit will fit me better again.  But, please write this note to yourself ...

NEVER, NEVER go on vacation without trying on your bathing suit first!