While below the line they can still try to wax and I hit high notes dogs 20 miles away can clearly hear.
Also above the smiley line is a monster stretch-mark approx. 7 cms wide (or 2 x George Calombaris' chubby fingers width) which is mostly numb.
So, I cuddled up with the hot water bottle Friday night, fell asleep and woke up, did the usual shower thing, thought I'd added some more lumps and bumps to the lumpy, bumpy roadmap surface of myself and thought no more of it until that night when I was getting into the Wonder Woman pjs (yes, yes, I'll get a photo of them one day) when the Spouse took one look at my tummy and freaking out screeched,
"Holy crap, what's that poking out of your stomach?"
I suddenly saw myself as Ripley giving birth to gut-busting alien critters.
It was a LARGE blister, which I could feel with my fingers, couldn't feel on my tummy and needed a mirror to actually eyeball.
Not my intestines popping out through a hernia, thankfully, as I wasn't quite ready to give Aspie teen a full-technicolour 3D presentation of the small and large intestines, complete with sigmoid colon.
The blister finally burst in a tidal wave of yellow oozing muck - I flicked it with the edge of the towel yesterday and didn't realise it was gone til I felt
So, cos it's continuing to ooze, despite the liberal amounts of hydrogen peroxide, I'm strangling myself in shapewear to squish it all back into place to stop the skin from stretching any further and to allow it to heal.
Just as an added precaution to stop any possible innards exploding outwards...