adieu, nénés

I’ve gotten several requests from people asking me when I would update this blog. “Eventually”, I’d say. “When I get around to it.” The truth of the matter is that I have not felt like talking about my boobies. The mere thought of them would make my face contort into a sour grimace with an exasperated sigh leaving my lips.

To start, I’ll answer the most important question: What the hell caused all that blistering and general post-op nastiness? It’s a rather simple answer, really. I had a very bad allergic reaction to my internal dissolving sutures. My body rejected them like a fat kid rejects brussel sprouts. The blistering was essentially the sutures being pushed to the surface and then being “spat” out. That’s right — instead of the sutures dissolving, my body pushed them out. Thankfully the affected areas have little to no feeling and so this doesn’t hurt. Once, however, I yanked a suture out of an area with feeling and I’ll just say it wasn’t the most pleasant sensation in the world.

All that blister-forming and suture-spatting has lead to some rather unsightly scarring. It has also lead to my breasts not retaining a pleasant shape. And for whatever reason, my left side has also formed what is called a “dog ear”, a little flap or tag of skin which pokes out to the side. Dog ears on dogs can be cute, but I can’t say the same for dog ears on my boobies.

So, I hope anyone could clearly see why I wouldn’t want to talk about any of this–I’ve been grumpy for months. I do want to say, though, that even with all these general unpleasantries, I don’t regret the surgery itself. I like having smaller breasts, even if they are not that pretty. I like the fact I can walk around without a bra and without having the “slosh and sway” that my old breasts had. I’ve gotten over the fact I’m more of a “pear” than an “hourglass” now. You couldn’t pay me to go back to the way things were.

Now that I’ve caught you up to speed, we’ll continue on to “what’s next”. Next being a reconstructive surgery recently approved by my insurance company. Essentially, I will be cut back open, the dog ear will be removed, nipples will be appropriately resized, boobs re-shaped and I will be closed back up with a new suture — this time one I hopefully will not react so poorly to.

And that’s this in a nutshell. It’s not over yet, even though my one year reduction anniversary is only 3.5 months away. More to come after the date for the next surgery has been set.