After the impressive nosedive of Operation Cold Turkey with Mustard, I turned to the internets for advice and found plenty to choose from.

So I stuffed my bra with cabbage leaves and gave Petra carte blanche at the Boob Juice Buffet, and whaddaya know–it worked! This morning I felt well enough to declare myself mastitis-free, and not a minute too soon, I can tell you. The whole affair was traumatic enough to make me put my weaning plans on hold indefinitely, which was likely Petra’s objective from the get-go. She lured me into believing that cutting her off would be a walk in the park, then turned the tables when I least expected it, and when my head stopped reeling, I realized she was in the driver’s seat. Wily, that one.

(And wow, how many metaphors can I cram into one sentence?)

Anyway, since Petra + Cabbage so efficiently = relief, you won’t catch me complaining. Not for a while, at least.