Surgeons say that after the internal stitching / tightening of the abdominal muscle fascia it helps to lie and sleep on a large wedge cushion that can elevate the upper body. The elevation takes the stretch out of the rectus abdominis, keeps tension off the incision, helps to narrow the width of the scar and generally makes the experience more comfortable.
Until my fabulous line of cybersatan surgical comfort products comes out, The Liberator Ramp (a sex thing, look it up) is said to be the best-quality dense foam wedge cushion available. So, a couple of weeks ago I boldly struck out with a list of the 5 or 6 sex-toy stores in Vancouver. Or to clarify, the 5 or 6 least likely to have a sticky floor and the pervasive stench of desperation. A few of you might predict that sex-toy stores aren’t where I feel most in my element.
No luck at the Commercial Street shop. Unless the entire unit would fit into an autoclave, the Davie Street purveyors were out. The Burrard and Fifth shop had a smaller version of the cushion I needed (Wedge rather than Ramp for those of you closely engaged in the world of sex furniture) , but the store was uncomfortably fragrant. Real or some kind of spray pheromones to make people want to buy sex products? Don’t know, don’t want to know, got the hell out quickly. Paradise was found at Cambie and 19th - clean, nice displays, nothing tawdry, the kind of store that sex toys would hope to be sold at. Sex-toy Mecca really, meant with every respect. And directly across from the book section: a small selection of elevation products, including my Liberator Ramp!!!
The Ramp is no small thing – it is sized to elevate the entire upper (or lower) body, including bodies with proportions such as mine. And it comes packaged with clever pictorial representations of how the product can be used. I lucked out in that the version they had in stock was the “Black Label” type, which (I’M NOT LYING) comes with harness-type restraint clips and Velcro-style adjustable cuffs. A particularly helpful post-op feature I’m thinking if I really need to restrain myself from dipping too frequently into the oxycontin.
I think it takes a Liberated woman to unblinkingly, unshrinkingly carry a gigantic picture-festooned sex cushion out of the store and then into the elevator at home. THAT’S HOW MUCH I WANT THE SURGERY!
Love, kisses, two days. Anxiety rising slightly.