| Posted: 27 August 2008 at 11:20pm | IP Logged
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Well ladies....youve probably all had a mooch over what im going to have done....
Well, today went off to Stafford to have my consultation for recon...got there nice and early..took a book with me as the appts never run to time, and im obviously way to used to loitering in hospitals.
So got nice and comfy, ipod on, quietly (for once), reading my book, curled up nice and comfy on the chair...talk about make yourself at home lol.
Got called in...and in comes mr gendy and the nurse. He apologised that he would have to examine me again...so stood up...hands on hips...tense...relax...tense....relax...right arms above head...and lower...and raise...(brain thinking...hmmm im in an exercise class). He poked round my back under my shoulderblade..which was weird. Then asked me to undo my jeans so he could see my tummy...and he had a good ole poke round my tummy and waist...which tickled. Lay down on the bed and he examined one side and then the other...and then said hmmmmmmmm. Dont like hmmmmmms doc, what does that mean...ah your right breast has grown..ooo has it...in a good way or a bad way...in a good way mrs law...in a good way..pop your clothes back on and come into my office when you are ready.
So that was nice and simple...in i went and sat down...i had a few options...
I could either a) have it done using only my back shoulderblade muscle..but would need the other side reduced (get stuffed) b) use shoulderblade muscle and an implant (hmm more likeley) c) off my tummy but hes not keen as there is not enough fat there anymore...in fact he says there is not enough fat on any of me anymore...d) still off my tummy, but done internally but that would have to be done in birmingham....so I went with option B.
He tried to talk me out of having the implant as its silicone and would need replacing years down the line etc...but as I said to him, I have the added advantage of seeing them every year for the rest of my life so that way it will be kept an eye on..rather than women who have implants and dont..etc..so he said thats a very valid point. So he writes out the consent form, i sign it...he gets out his diary and offers me...october 23..said nope, cos there is no way i am being in hospital for my birthday..so on November the 18th..at obnoxious oclock in the morning i will be going into hospital to get my new boob...oh and the other one is getting a lift as well whooop whoop. He says its an 8 hour operation..and that he might need to do this that and the other...i said..i dont care, ill be asleep, do what you like, as long as i come out with two then thats fine. He said i will be in hospital for a week...ive said 3 days tops..but he says a week...but we shall see...how many times have they said I would be in for a week, and only been in for 3 days.
So best start running the book for how many days im going to be in for...oh and im on continuous morphine for 24 hours after the op...so those of you whose number ive got...ill apologise now for weird texts lol...need to sort out some tuuunes...get some new slippers...and some new jammies....
Yay...will be able to wear proper dresses, strappy tops, low cut tops, proper bras..proper slinky stuff again. I know that sounds daft..but its going to be nice to be fully female (i know hard to believe i can be female) again.
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