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I've been meaning to write an entry about the weekend, because it was really cool and included a LOT of
littleredhead and
groundctrl, which is always good! :) We had dinner on Saturday, and Littleredhead is being ever so very kind to me and offered to make me a skirt for the Faire. Or possibly two or four or something; I'm not sure how these layers are going to end up - tied all together at the top or with different waistbands - or even exactly how many layers there are going to be when she gets it all worked out, but I AM sure that it's going to be awesome and I'm probably going to look like a walking flower. :) And then Sunday they accompanied us for a woods walk to look at a piece of property that Eor and I had been thinking about. Groundctrl knows about property and building and stuff, and he offered that they'd love to go see it with us, which made the whole walk much more fun. :) We saw lots of frogs in the puddles along the state road (no longer maintained because nobody lives down there) and then we bushwhacked through the forest and saw about a hundred different kinds of mushrooms as well as some scary spiders, and finally found the 'pond' in the middle of the nine-acre plot - which turned out in fact to be a slightly mucky place with a bunch of dead trees. I suppose I need to write back to the real estate agent and say, "Dude, pond?? As if! And your lawyers need to get that access road problem worked out before you can actually sell it, by Maine state law."
So, yeah, that's the stuff I want to write about, because it's fun, but meanwhile I lay awake for hours last night worrying about what I can expect from my breast reduction surgery. The doctor's idea of what is 'proportional' and my idea seem to be quite different things, and I'm horribly worried that I don't get to choose what happens to me, here. I'm terrified at the thought of going through all this and ending up looking basically the same, just a little perkier. Would it be better for me to write a letter for him to read before I talk with him, possibly including visual aids of classical Greek and Roman statues (with wide hips and little, conical breasts) to illustrate my idea of 'proportional'? Or would it be better for me to just walk in to the consult cold and make an impassioned plea, and possibly cry at him a little? What impresses doctors more, talking or writing? Or does it not matter? Does he get to choose what I live with just because he's the doctor? That's what the websites I've been looking at seem to indicate.
So, yeah, that's the stuff I want to write about, because it's fun, but meanwhile I lay awake for hours last night worrying about what I can expect from my breast reduction surgery. The doctor's idea of what is 'proportional' and my idea seem to be quite different things, and I'm horribly worried that I don't get to choose what happens to me, here. I'm terrified at the thought of going through all this and ending up looking basically the same, just a little perkier. Would it be better for me to write a letter for him to read before I talk with him, possibly including visual aids of classical Greek and Roman statues (with wide hips and little, conical breasts) to illustrate my idea of 'proportional'? Or would it be better for me to just walk in to the consult cold and make an impassioned plea, and possibly cry at him a little? What impresses doctors more, talking or writing? Or does it not matter? Does he get to choose what I live with just because he's the doctor? That's what the websites I've been looking at seem to indicate.
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And I just have to say... wow. That's so cool that your idea of proportional is wide hips and little, conical breasts, like a classical Greek/Roman statue. That's pretty much how I'm shaped, and I've never in my life thought of it as "proportional," although I love having tiny breasts. The best of luck with your surgery!!
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