i'm just ribbin' ya!

You may remember when I posted about having a dislocated rib.  Or at least speculating that I had a dislocated rib.  I finally went back to the doctor to get my x-ray results.  Turns out I DO in fact, have a dislocated rib.  The cure?  Physical therapy to strengthen my core.

What?  That's a thinly veiled term for exercise!  To say I'm concerned would be accurate.  However, I would really like to get my funky rib back into place.  It feels weird and it looks weird and it needs crunches to fix it.

While we're updating on my chest, you may know that Mississippi is hot.  Hella hot.  So I had to give up my scarves, which hid my giant boob.  I cut out a large piece of craft foam from my stool remodel and I now stuff it into my bra.  Which I had to tell the doctor who didn't know I had uneven boobs.

Doctor - "Tell me a little about why you're in today."
Kaley- "Well, I think my rib's dislocated... you see, I have a giant piece of foam stuffed in my bra, if we're going to be real."
Doctor- "Oh..." blank stare
Kaley- "Because my right breast is two sizes larger than my left"
Doctor - "And they've been like this your entire life?"
Kaley- "No!"

And I go on to explain about the mastitis and how I think it may be pulling my ribs crooked etc, etc.  She seemed to think I would get my milk supply back when I nurse my second child and things may even out.  I seem to think breast implants are coming my way.  Tomato, to-mah-to.