….hurt like all get out. Drinking tons of water, eating protein, and sleeping. And taking painkillers. The photo on the left is of my clavicle, at the base of my neck. The photo below (click on the “keep reading” button, this one is not for the squeamish) is of my axilla, which is a fancy name for armpit. It’s somewhat hard to decipher if you don’t know what you’re looking at, but you know how the hair in your armpit grows in an oval shape? While on mine, the bottom half of the oval is burned off. I don’t know if hair will ever grow there again. Anyhoo, it’s beginning to peel and it hurts like a mofo. And y’all know that I don’t normally swear, so there we are. Pain makes me cranky. That little mark in the upper right is where the burn spread overnight so that it was under a bandage, and the skin tore when I took the bandage off. Uh huh, OUCH. And the scar on the bottom right is the tail end of the mastectomy scar. So there you are, the brutal truth.