Today I want to talk about support reinforcement.
Not the mental, emotional or physical support from friends. Support for the boob.
Support for Ernie.
No bras here
Now you can get away with a lot in your own home.
No one bats an eyelid when you cup your breast to get out of bed, or hold it in your hand as you walk down the stairs (up seems to be okay). And to a lesser extent it’s okay grab tight when going over speed bumps, sleeping policemen and certainly in this town, pot holes.
But this evening I decided I wanted to go see a Marvel-lous movie (get it??) and get out the house. Hubby drove, creeping over those humps as slowly as possible (bless him). Bit of grub before hand and then to our seats.
All good. But then it happened. I needed the loo. So I get up and start walking down the stairs. Ouch. Okay it’s darkish, film has started I’ll be fine. So I try to step very slowly, small steps with my arm folded underneath my breast to try and hold it in place. It seemed to take forever but I made it.
Needs must
I was so pleased with myself I walked into the men’s loos by mistake…..
Again upstairs not so bad. Film watched. Awesome. But then we have to leave.
This time I have a coat and bag. I have no choice. The folding arm is not enough. “Bugger it” I thought (actually I thought something else but I’m trying to keep it clean), bag over right shoulder, left hand holding right breast, and down the stairs we go.
Did anyone see? Undoubtedly. Did they think it weird? Most likely.
Do I care? Not really. It could have been worse.
Hubby offered to hold it for me. We probably would have got kicked out.
So I think I will try to avoid finding myself in similar circumstances for the next few weeks or until I find Superman’s phone number and get him to fly me down those stairs.
