However hard I tried and closely I copied his actions, I could never make the same sound via my armpit.
Fast-forward 30ish years and I decide to take advantage of Sydney’s amazing autumn day by going for my first, post-op bike ride.
Any road-bike rider worth their salt knows that pumped up tires = a good ride. My poor bike had neglectfully been sitting in my work for the past 3 months and both tires were in need of filling. So obviously the first thing I decide to do before getting back on the saddle is pump up my tires.
The motions and process of pumping up the tires is the same, albeit a little tougher than it was pre-mastectomy. The main difference was the sound my armpit made, every time I inserted more air into the tire and my expander made contact with my pit.
Yes…it was the sound of a child-like parp.
So you see, child-hood dreams really do come true. As long as you wait long enough and decide to get both your breasts removed…
If this is just a creation of my warped upbringing and imagination and you have no idea what I’m talking about, here is some kid on the internet mastering this skill: