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My First Disappointment

14 Jan

I’ve said for months now that I love the Twins. They’re beautiful and I’m so grateful for Dr. Franklyn Elliott and his skills as an artist and surgeon.  As happy as I am with them, that doesn’t negate the fact that they are, well let’s face it, Gazongas. These aren’t sweater puppies, they’re sweater Great Danes.

Remember Fluffy from the first Harry Potter movie? Yeah. Like that.

And so, because I now have Monster Tits, I have “outgrown” my formal wardrobe. I have a stunning fully beaded silk sleeveless shell. It won’t zip. Why? Monster Tits.

I have a full length chocolate-brown velvet gown. It’s threatening to rip. Why? Monster Tits.

My beautiful red and gold velvet pattered bolero shrug with beaded fringe? You guessed it. It fell victim to Monster Tits. And sadly, the matching shirt must go with it.

And finally, my black sheer silk with the beaded blue and green floral pattern with sheer jacket? About one size two small.. Through the chest.

I LOVE those pieces. Now they get to find a new home through a local consignment shop.

I was going to say that perhaps disappointment was too strong a word but it isn’t. Adding to the disappointment is frustration. Now I have to lay out more money for formal wear because my dear, sweet husband has surprised me with a four night cruise for my birthday (Jan. 30). If you have ever been on a cruise or have seen cruises shown on the Travel channel, you know  that there is a Formal Night. Rather than waiting, now I’ve got to spend the money for a formal gown.

On TOP of all that, at the beginning of March we’re going on the Amazing Adventure 5: Skeptics of the Caribbean Cruise. Since that’s a 7 day cruise, there are not one but TWO formal events.

I’ve already found a gorgeous evening gown on IGIGI.com http://bit.ly/6HbPfJ Now I have to find another. I’m hoping that the consignment shop that I’m going to tomorrow will have something reasonable and stunning in my size.

I knew that I would have to replace wardrobe pieces. I’ve already talked about having to donate a big chunk of my casual wardrobe. I just didn’t make the connection to my formal wardrobe as well.

And so, tonight Dear Reader, I am signing off as:

Disappointed and Frustrated

 
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Posted by on January 14, 2010 in Anxiety, boob job, breast, breast size, breast volume, emotional healing, Reconstruction, Recovery, Uncategorized

 

More of The First Two Weeks

12 Jan

This is another BoobCast Flashback episode originally dated Oct. 8, 2009. There are a few more drafts that I will continue to flesh out and post over the next week or so. Then I will really start more on the medical aspects of plastic and reconstructive surgery.

As the days passed, I saw that there were places where the bruising was getting lighter. There were other places that the skin just got darker and turned black. In the black areas, the skin felt a bit like rubber. It was slick but firm, a bit like what a dolphin’s skin feels like. It’s rather like thick, slick rubber if you’ve never petted a dolphin. Normally my skin has a slight grainy texture to it. These areas didn’t.

It was also about two weeks in that I noticed that my chest felt heavy. Yeah, I know. It seems obvious that my chest would feel heavier with two big water balloons shoved under my skin. My chest was insensate though. It wasn’t weight. It was pressure. For those of you who have read previous installments, you know what the cause of the pressure was.

For those who are new, there was a build up of 300ccs of serous fluid in each pocket. At one checkup one of the HiQ’s nurses even pointed out a place about two inches long on the outside of my left breast where it looked like there was a big bubble.

There was also another point where I took off the post surgical bra because I was having difficulty breathing and it felt better without the bra. So my husband called the after-hours line. When we explained to the HiQ what was going on, the doc actually had the nerve to suggest to Ken that I needed a Valium rather than try to figure out what was REALLY happening.

This person had all the bedside manner of flesh eating bacteria and most assuredly suffered from MDiety Syndrome.

HiQ stands for Hack in Question since I can’t legally reveal the doctor’s name.

 
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Posted by on January 12, 2010 in anchor breast lift, Anxiety, boob job, breast, breast implants, breast lift, breast volume, checkup, complications, compression bra, cosmetic surgery, emotional healing, emotional scars, Fluid, implants, Medical, necrosis, negligence, plastic surgeon, plastic surgery, Plastic Surgery Disaster, serous fluid, Surgery, Surgical complications, Uncategorized

 

The Movies In My Head

11 Jan

Originally Drafted on 9/24/08: This is another post in the Flashback series.

We all have these movies that play in our heads: Telling off the boss; That comeback we *should* have thought of 10 minutes ago; Kissing your favorite movie star. We all have a million “what if” moments we stockpile and replay on a regular basis.

My movies go something like this:

FADE IN on our bedroom. DH sitting on bed:

DH: I’m sorry. We just can’t afford to pay for your reconstruction surgery.” FADE OUT

Scene 2: Location: Bridge at Night. Camera follows human silhouette plummeting from bridge. FADE TO BLACK

Yeah. Really stable.

From a logical standpoint I know that we’ll be able to get the financing for the surgery. As a last resort we can take the money from our investment account. So it IS going to happen.  But thanks to the latest release from What-If Studios, I’m still imagining being stuck like this for the rest of my life.

I’ve been dealing with this for 14 months now and I’m looking at another five months before the first surgery.  Then probably another three months before I have nipples again.  After all that, there’s at least a year of healing. Fortunately there are good drugs and I’m getting in shape. I’ve already lost 12 pounds.

I’m just emotionally wrung out and more than ready for this to be over with.

Why May? Scheduling conflicts abound. December is obvious. January is my birthday. February is my youngest son’s birthday. March WOULD be okay, BUT April 4 is our wedding anniversary and April 25 is DH’s birthday. Then, we have BaltiCon in May. That gives me 11 weeks to recover before the rigors of DragonCon. So THAT’S why I’m waiting until May.

In the mean time I’m trying not to buy tickets to more of the What-If Studios productions.

 
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Posted by on January 11, 2010 in boob job, breast reconstruction, complications, cosmetic surgery, emotional healing, emotional scars, fear, Flashbacks, Latissimus flap, latissimus flap reconstruction, plastic surgery, Plastic Surgery Disaster, podcast, Post surgical depression, Reconstruction, Recovery, Surgical complications, Uncategorized

 

A Loss In The Family

09 Jan

I should have written this post days ago and for that I apologize. Earlier this week we had a shocking loss in the podcasting and blogging family. Our dear friend Tee Morris unexpectedly lost his wife.

For those of you who don’t know Tee, he’s an amazing guy. He was one of the first people to really popularize podcasting. He co-wrote “Podcasting For Dummies”, a standard in the podcasting sphere. He’s written and podcasted a number of books and he co-founded Podiobooks.

His resume aside, Tee has been a dear and supportive friend when I truly needed it. Right now he needs our help. His wife also left behind their five year old daughter. They are both going to need not only our love and support, but also our financial support while they mourn this devastating loss.

Do me proud. Go here and give what you can. http://bit.ly/7pxLFN

Philippa Ballantine (http://www.PJBallantine.com) is also working on an auction for Sonic Boom’s future. If you have an item or 10 you can contribute, please contact Pip via her website above and let her know.

My thanks to you all.

 
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Posted by on January 9, 2010 in Uncategorized

 

Truth To Tell

09 Jan

Earlier I was reading through the entries from right before and right after my latissimus flap reconstruction in April of last year. I couldn’t help but notice the typos in some of those entries. I considered for a few minutes correcting those typos. Then I realized that the typos are actually a part of my story.

They are a visual example of the effects of the medication I was on. Since people are so visually attuned, I feel that it’s best if I leave it there so that people can not only read but also see the level of FUBAR I was then.

Yes I know that “spelling errors” look bad on a blog. I’m keeping those particular mess ups though and proper spelling be damned.

 
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Posted by on January 9, 2010 in breast, breast reconstruction, communication, cosmetic surgery, Drugs, Healing, Pain, Pain Management, plastic surgery, Uncategorized

 

Out The Door

07 Jan

I was drugged to the gills after I woke up and I don’t remember a whole lot. I remember feeling like the nurses were rushing me. Since the surgery took place at an outpatient center everyone seemed to be in a hurry to get home. I remember being in some pain and having difficulty moving. I remember having vitals taken once and then being bundled up into the stuff I bought to wear back to the hotel. Button-up-the-front PJs and a big, fluffy robe and slippers.

When I was semi-conscious they sent Ken for the car. I felt like they practically shoved me out the door when he brought it around to the side door. I was wheeled from the recovery bay to the door and I felt like I was basically shoved into the vehicle. Getting in was an adventure in pain. And on top of that, it was raining and cold.

Once I had been shoved into the car, I heard the nurse lock the door behind me before Ken even got the car door shut.

I’m pretty sure I fell asleep again on the way to the hotel even though part of the trip was rather jarring. I remember being grateful that we didn’t have to drive all the way to Melbourne.

We got to the hotel and I remember that it took me quite a while to get from the car to the door of the room. I also remember feeling embarrassed that here I was in PJ’s, a robe and slippers in the parking lot outside. The vague image of a bag lady with a shopping cart slipped briefly through my mind as I inched my way towards the side door of the hotel. I still thank the powers of coincidence that I didn’t have to go in through the front door.

I don’t remember much after getting into the hotel room. I know Ken set up pillows for me so that I wouldn’t be lying down. I’m pretty sure I slept for a long time because when I woke up there was pizza in the room. The thought of solid food made me want to hurl so Ken made me soup.

While the soup was cooking I took a few laps around the hotel room because I was told repeatedly not to just lounge around or it would be worse later.  So I walked. I had soup and then I went back to sleep. I don’t remember anything else until the next morning. And that, I will talk about tomorrow.

Right now I am cleaning out drafts I have worked on over the last year or so. I want to finish them up before I move on.

This was from August 17th of ’09.

 
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Posted by on January 7, 2010 in anchor breast lift, boob job, breast, breast implants, breast lift, complications, cosmetic surgery, implants, Pain, plastic surgeon, plastic surgery, Plastic Surgery Disaster, Surgery, Surgical complications, Uncategorized

 

2010

02 Jan

It’s a new year and with it comes a new start. People look forward to a new calendar year because of the potential it holds. There are wide open vistas of possibilities represented by a blank calendar. It’s like a fresh blanket of snow. Every day represents a new possibility.

Here at BoobCast I plan on taking a less me-centric approach to this blog. We all know I’ve been through horrible things because of cheap plastic surgery. Now it’s time to start talking about what can be done to prevent this from happening to other women. I also plan on talking more about medical aspects of various surgeries. I want to have guest posts by people who have had both successful and unsuccessful plastic surgeries. I’d also like to put up some interviews with plastic surgeons if I can find any of them willing to talk to me.

What would you as the reader like to see more of? Please post your ideas and suggestions. I’d love to know what you’re looking for.

 
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Posted by on January 2, 2010 in Uncategorized

 
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